Su Han was momentarily stunned, glanced at the person, and didn't know how to reply.
In desperation, he only pretended that his master, the old Taoist priest, was here, hoping to frighten away the Lord and make him lose his composure. Little did he know that someone from the Yin Tomb had truly appeared.
Did he really consider Su Han his disciple?
If he found out he was being deceived, Su Han feared he might die here!
At least, Su Han could clearly feel that the strength of the person before him was such that killing him would be a mere trifle.
In this mundane world, to encounter such a terrifying person, even the old instructors in the Capital City might not compare.
"Senior, are you injured?"
Su Han paused for a few seconds without answering the question and said earnestly, "It seems, the injury is not light."
