Jiang Xiao frowned; the gazes of these old men were truly unbearable to face directly.
Their eyes held an almost pathological obsession as they looked at him, resembling prisoners who had been locked up for over a decade suddenly laying eyes on a beautiful woman, both starved and frenzied.
"We have long heard of the great name of the Devil's Child, and never expected the honor of meeting you today!"
One of the white-haired elders spoke with a trembling voice, his eyes sparkling with an odd gleam, as if beholding an extremely precious treasure.
Jiang Xiao felt an inexplicable discomfort, protectively holding Shi Shi as he cautiously stepped back, quietly pondering the origins of this group.
"We are not from the medical university."
Another elder spoke up, his voice tinged with a hint of pride.
"We are a group of scholars who study history, focusing on secrets forgotten by the world. We have traveled thousands of miles here, waiting for your arrival."
"History specialists?"
