Early the next morning, Xuan Xiao was having breakfast in the guest room when the door was pushed open.
Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, and Bibi Dong walked in.
Xuan Xiao set down his chopsticks. A hint of mockery flashed through his black eyes as he looked at Qian Daoliu and spoke carelessly.
"Yo, isn't this the old man who was peeping on me yesterday? What's this? No more peeping—now you're here to test me?"
Qian Daoliu's old face twitched. He shot Xuan Xiao a glare, looking at him like some brat who didn't know his place, but inwardly, he was secretly shocked.
This kid really had guts. Who wouldn't treat him respectfully upon meeting him, practically wishing they could bury their heads between their legs? Yet this kid had directly started mouthing off at him.
But on second thought, this kid's talent was terrifying.
The power behind him had to be at least on the same level as Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall had a Peerless Douluo like him.
Then there had to be at least one powerhouse of his level behind this kid as well.
That was where the kid's confidence came from. Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, and a crack finally appeared in his usually impassive expression.
Qian Daoliu stared at Xuan Xiao, helplessness flashing through his golden eyes.
"Young friend, you jest. This old man was indeed presumptuous yesterday. I observed you without announcing myself first. I hope you can forgive me."
Xuan Xiao raised an eyebrow. Looking at Qian Daoliu's grave expression, he suddenly found the old man rather interesting. The man was clearly dying of curiosity.
Yet he insisted on putting on an unruffled front, like an old fox who had stolen a chicken but still wanted to act respectable. Xuan Xiao lifted his bowl