An unkempt, white-bearded old man who looked like an archvillain from a historical drama lunged forward. His muscular, bronze arms bulged with veins as he grabbed Lin Tang's wrist, laughing wildly with a greedy expression on his face.
Lee Encai was stunned. Is this old guy blind? How dare he try to snatch something from Brother Lin…
Lin Tang felt the strength in the man's grip, realizing it was comparable to a Grandmaster's. That's surprising. Aren't Grandmasters supposed to be rare these days? How did I just randomly run into another one?
"Considering your cultivation isn't easy to come by, I can forgive your impudence. Let go," Lin Tang said calmly.
"Oh? You're quite bold for a young whelp. It seems you have no idea who I am or where I come from! Once I capture and imprison you, you'll know I..." the bearded old man sneered. If he hadn't seen Lin Tang as a talented Alchemist, he wouldn't have bothered with words and would have just slapped him dead.
