Outside the Mittel Auction House.
A figure clad in a black robe that concealed his entire body hurried out of the auction house. Under cover of night, he soon vanished into the streets.
After turning down several streets and avoiding a few groups of people at the night market, he finally arrived before a residence-the Xiao Clan.
Sneaking quietly into the Xiao Clan, Xiao Yan finally reached his room. Only then did he take off his black robe.
His clothes were completely soaked-with sweat!
"Whew...!"
"My heavens! That scared me half to death!"
"A Dou Zong really is a Dou Zong. Just a casual bit of pressure left me unable to move. If she actually attacked, couldn't she crush me to death with a flick of her hand?"
Xiao Yan slumped over the wooden table in his room, his eyes filled with boundless shock.
That female Dou Zong was simply too powerful!
I couldn't resist her at all!
That pressure bore down on both soul and body, leaving its victim utterly unable to move.
"Now you know what a true expert is like, don't you?"
Suddenly, an aged voice rang out in Xiao Yan's mind. Then an old man's spiritual form appeared in midair, looking down at him.
"Teacher!" At the sight of him, Xiao Yan finally relaxed a little, then said with lingering fear, "Teacher, you finally showed up! Your disciple nearly died in the prime of his youth!"
"Hmph! Now you know just how rare your teacher's things are!"
Yao Lao snorted at his words and said with some pride, "Even a mere peak third-grade medicinal preparation can drive a Dou Zong level expert to take action. If you aren't more careful from now on, there's no telling whose hands you'll die in!"
"All right, Teacher, you're the