Shangjing City.
On a mountain road on Xiao Nan Mountain.
A black Mercedes G-Class
was slowly making its way along the narrow mountain road.
By then, the sky had already grown dim.
Through the murky air,
Ye Yuan saw a convoy in the distance heading toward Xiao Nan Mountain.
This was probably the important guest Old Hao had mentioned, right?
He had never expected to run into them here.
Ye Yuan steadily drove the car
and passed the convoy on the road below Xiao Nan Mountain.
Fortunately, none of those dramatic road-blocking incidents from novels happened.
Thinking back to the countless ancient books he and the old man had gone through in the study that afternoon,
Ye Yuan could not help but find it amusing.
Today, Ye Yuan had also seen another side of Old Hao.
His brain had already undergone development once,
so he had thought he was impressive.
But compared to Old Hao, whose speed of reading was practically twice his,
it was no wonder the old man had read through so many ancient texts.
At that reading speed, ordinary people simply could not compare.
Moreover, Ye Yuan had reached a conclusion through observation.
He read quickly by cheating with his perception,
combined with his developed brain and photographic memory.
But Old Hao was completely different.
He genuinely used his eyes to read.
As for why he could read even faster than Ye Yuan,
Ye Yuan had no idea.
In any case, the old man's mystery far exceeded Ye Yuan's imagination.
There had even been a moment
when Ye Yuan wondered if the man might be an immortal cultivator.
But the thought did not seem realistic.
If he truly were an immortal cultivator, he should have cultivated divine sense, an ability similar to projecting Mental Power, right?
If