Shitou

An Chen smiled as usual and walked toward the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth wide.

Unable to believe his eyes, he pointed at the devastated area not far away and stammered, "Old Yang, y-you, how... how did you do that?!"

Then he came to his senses and looked at An Chen in terror. "No, Senior, I failed to recognize your greatness before. Everything was a misunderstanding. You're a magnanimous man, so please don't hold it against me."

As he spoke, he was about to kneel and apologize.

In his mind, Soul Masters were lofty existences. Yet, just days ago, he had ordered the old man around just so he could slack off. The more he thought about it now, the more bitterly he regretted it.

However, the old man merely waved his hand and smiled. "No need to stand on ceremony. We're not strangers, are we?"

As he spoke, the old man lifted his eyes slightly, signaling for the middle-aged man to recall what he had said a few days earlier.

Remembering his previous conversation with the old man, the middle-aged man's expression stiffened. He stared at him in horror, not daring to say a word.

He collapsed onto the ground, staring fearfully at the familiar old man before him.

An Chen walked over, crouched in front of him, and the smile vanished from his face, replaced by cold indifference.

"You'd better not tell anyone what you saw."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, but still asked, "Y-you... who exactly are you?"

"Right now, I'm a kind Soul Master who happened to be passing by." An Chen stared calmly into his terrified eyes. "Those people in white were bandits. They killed the entire caravan and the Soul Masters. I happened to pass