On the street.
Just as Xu Qingxiao stepped out of the Marquis Residence.
An unprecedented feeling swept over him-the fear of the demonic seed within his body.
And it was not merely fear.
It was submission.
Like an ordinary wild beast facing a tiger, that instinct to submit.
He looked over.
There stood an old man in hemp robes.
The old man appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, well into his twilight years, and was gazing at him with kindly eyes.
Meeting the old man's gaze, Xu Qingxiao nodded slightly. That terrifying pressure came from him.
"Greetings, sir."
Xu Qingxiao bowed to him.
For a moment, he did not know what to do.
"You must be Xu Qingxiao, young friend?"
The old man slowly approached, looking at Xu Qingxiao as he spoke.
His eyes held a smile as he asked.
"Yes, sir."
Though Xu Qingxiao did not know who he was, the reaction of the demonic seed inside him made it clear that this man was no ordinary person. Besides, his smiling eyes were rather kindly. At the very least, his first impression was good.
He probably had not come looking for trouble.
"Mm, excellent, excellent. Young and accomplished. Young and accomplished indeed."
The old man nodded, his eyes full of admiration. Then he reached out and gently took hold of Xu Qingxiao's arm.
Instantly, Xu Qingxiao felt a little unnerved. After all, who would not feel uneasy when an old man suddenly grabbed them?
But the very next moment.
Before Xu Qingxiao could speak, a stream of qi swept through his entire body.
He could not block it at all. The Martial Dao true qi within him did not even have time to react.
And just then, the old man's smiling expression abruptly changed.
At first, a