"You wouldn't want to know." The middle-aged man said softly.
But this answer did not satisfy Xiang Beifei.
With the dim light of the oil lamp, he examined this middle-aged man.
His skin was very pale, and the yellow light couldn't hide the whiteness of his face. His features were sharply defined, with a hint of sadness between his brows, like a sensitive soul.
Most importantly, this guy not only lacked a system interface, but Xiang Beifei couldn't even discern what his Heavenly Dao Laws were, even using his usual Yin and Yang eyes didn't help.
"Opening the door to welcome you doesn't seem like a good idea, everything's destroyed now."
The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the inn, which was nearly burned and cracked by Xiang Beifei, and sighed softly again.
A cold aura immediately swept forth, and this aura instantly isolated Xiang Beifei's black flame. Soon, another wind blew in from outside the street, mending the floor holes burned earlier.
