Chen Xuan gently pushed open the small wooden door, revealing a tiny courtyard inside.
A small square plot of land.
At that moment, an elderly man in coarse clothes was working.
Indeed!
He wasn't mistaken; the man was actually pulling out weeds next to the rice stalks.
Not only that, but Chen Xuan couldn't sense any trace of Martial Artist aura from the man; he was just like a normal old man.
However, the more he appeared ordinary, the more terrifying he became.
Thus, Chen Xuan clasped his hands together in respect and shouted, "Greetings, senior!"
Nonetheless, the elderly man continued working, meticulously inspecting each stalk of rice, and only after a long while did he stand upright and look at him.
Only then did Chen Xuan clearly see his appearance.
A square face, thick eyebrows, skin as smooth as a baby's, contrasting sharply with his white hair.
Moreover, his eyes, just a glance, made Chen Xuan feel a sense of submission.
He only felt this way with Xia Yi.
