Seeing the Evil Soul Master, Qian Renxue nearly rushed straight at him, but Yin Hongye grabbed her shoulder and held her back.
"Don't be so impatient. Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd never seen an Evil Soul Master before."
"Oh." Qian Renxue calmed down. She wanted to see what this Evil Soul Master was planning to do.
Up ahead, the Evil Soul Master was speaking with an elderly man. The man looked to be in his sixties or seventies, his hair already gray, his frame tall and imposing. His eyes were especially profound, utterly free of the cloudiness common in old age.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" The old man's voice was deep and heavy, carrying natural authority without anger.
The Evil Soul Master smiled, lowering his voice until it was soft and unhurried. "I am Ning Fengzhi. Greetings, Vice President of the Blacksmith Association. Do you know that the Star Luo Empire will send a delegation to the Federation for exchanges three years from now?"
"Of course I know. What, you want me to secure you a spot?" the old man said blandly.
"That is not why I came. I wonder, would you be interested in witnessing stronger, more advanced forging techniques?" The Evil Soul Master smiled with apparent sincerity, but his eyes were cold and sinister as a snake's. "Would you care to exchange pointers?"
Hearing their conversation, Qian Renxue froze for a moment. Ning Fengzhi?
A coincidence?
It had to be a false name.
Yet beyond the Heavenly Screen, Ning Fengzhi from twenty thousand years ago could not help but shudder.
This man was impersonating me!
Twenty thousand years later, and they were still dragging my name through the mud!
And he was doing it on Star Luo Continent, where people