Clack! Clack!
The moment the man stepped into the room, a series of metallic collisions rang out. It was the sound of the armor on his body striking as he walked, carrying a peculiar rhythm.
The sound entered Qiu Yan's ears, and he immediately caught within it a trace of something that manipulated hearts and dazed minds. He knew it was a deliberate sonic attack technique, quite profound.
Such a method could naturally bewilder the will of ordinary people and make them do whatever was demanded. But to Qiu Yan, it had not the slightest effect. Not to mention someone at Qiu Yan's realm—even a person with moderately resolute will could resist its influence.
"Oh? Unaffected? It seems you have some skill. Then it truly is possible that you, boy, developed that Earth-Vein Communication Method." Seeing that Qiu Yan remained unmoved, the man was not surprised. Instead, he stopped and looked at him coldly.
Qiu Yan remained seated and asked directly, "May I ask who you are, sir? What is your purpose in coming here?"
His attitude made the visitor's brow crease slightly. Then he sneered. "I am the Heavy Armor Grand Mohist of the Thick Armor Mohist Sect, the largest Mohist Sect in Northern Abyss City. We have seven workshops in this city. Much of this city's operation depends on our Thick Armor Mohist Sect. Surely you can already understand why I have come."
"So it is the Grand Mohist himself. How discourteous of me, how discourteous." There seemed to be surprise in Qiu Yan's words, but his actions held not the slightest trace of respect. He merely cupped his hands in a gesture of apology.
That attitude undoubtedly displeased the Heavy Armor Grand Mohist. Part of his face was concealed by armor, but his eyes, ears, mouth, and