The old man's pupils abruptly contracted, and his heart and mind trembled.
He had plenty of enemies, and they were not far from here. Now that he was gravely wounded, killing someone in the street would inevitably cause a stir!
The old man began sizing Xu Xuan up, and then a smile gradually spread across his face.
"Heh, youngster, I'm afraid you're worrying too much."
"My body is frail. How could I harm you? As for you, I imagine you're a gifted scion from some major power, aren't you?"
Though his intentions had been exposed, the old man was not annoyed. Instead, he began chatting familiarly with Xu Xuan, all smiles.
Xu Xuan looked at the old man with a faint, ambiguous smile. He had exposed the old man's intentions to his face, yet rather than getting angry, the old man had cheerfully struck up a conversation with him.
"Interesting..."
Something stirred faintly in Xu Xuan's heart, and he looked up at the old man again. The old man's expression, however, was slightly gloomy; the lifeless pall hanging over him was apparent from his face alone.
Deathly energy had turned into black mist, covering the old man's face.
After just one glance, Xu Xuan could not stop shaking his head. This old man probably did not have long to live. Even if his cultivation reached the heavens, unless he removed that black deathly energy, not even a Saint-or even a stronger Great Emperor-could escape death!
"Youngster, have you noticed something?"
Xu Xuan had been staring at him all this time, and this made the old man sense something as well.
Xu Xuan did not answer immediately, merely shaking his head with a smile.
"And what if I have?"
The corners of Xu Xuan's lips rose slightly as he said calmly,