A crisp, rhythmic sound emanated from the silver-haired old man's hands, like a hypnotic interlude. The stampeding beasts abruptly halted their charge. One by one, their heads drooped as they began to sway. Soon after, they turned and slowly walked away. The sound from the silver-haired old man's hands only stopped once the beasts had completely disappeared from sight, at which point he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
What would have been the fate of these beasts if Qin Fan had decided to act ruthlessly? It would have been an undeniable slaughter!
"It seems there's a reasonable person here after all! Haha!" Qin Fan said with a light laugh, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked at the silver-haired old man.
"What will it take for you to leave? Name any condition, and as long as it doesn't involve this place, we will do everything in our power to meet it!" Humiliation washed over the silver-haired old man, and he gritted his teeth in helpless frustration.
