He was a middle-aged man sitting on a small folding stool, with more than thirty Soul Tools laid out on the rug in front of him. Their grades were low, around Class 1 or 2, and most were close-combat Soul Tools.
Just then, the middle-aged man looked up and met Chen Tianyuan's eyes.
Chen Tianyuan stared at him in surprise. "You..."
The middle-aged man was equally shocked. "You..."
They stared at each other for several seconds. Chen Tianyuan was just about to act when, to his surprise, the middle-aged man abandoned even the Soul Tools on the ground and scrambled away into the crowd.
Chen Tianyuan reacted quickly and immediately gave chase.
Who would have thought that this slightly portly middle-aged man was actually a Soul Ancestor?
White, yellow, yellow, purple-four Soul Rings appeared beneath him. Then a pair of broad brown wings sprouted from his back, and he flew straight into the sky.
"Sister Lexuan, catch him!" Chen Tianyuan shouted urgently.
Although Zhang Lexuan did not know what had happened, Chen Tianyuan certainly would not shoot without a target.
She immediately fired a burst of soul power at the wings on the middle-aged man's back.
With a cry of pain, the middle-aged man plummeted from five or six meters up like a kite with its string cut.
He crashed straight into a barbecue stall beside the road, frightening away all the diners nearby.
Chen Tianyuan ran over, crouched in front of the middle-aged man, and reached out to pat his rather plump cheek.
"Old man, do you know me?"
The middle-aged man was unhurt, but he had temporarily lost his ability to fly. He glanced fearfully at Zhang Lexuan behind Chen Tianyuan and abandoned any thought of fighting.
He shook his head with an ingratiating smile. "Young man, this