At the edge of the cedar forest on the outskirts of the eastern part of H City, an expressionless old man faced off against five grim-looking old ghosts. The wind rose invisibly. Fallen leaves on the ground were lifted by the wind.
The wind stopped, and the silence defined this forest. But it was merely the calm before the storm.
"It's been so long since we last met, and I still don't like the five of you," Ren Zhongtian slowly spoke, his tone calm and emotionless.
"Ren Zhongtian, back then, the five of us were defeated by you when we joined forces. I truly admire your strength, but you're old now, and our power has improved greatly since those days," one of the old ghosts retorted defiantly.
"Then why haven't you taken action? Are you... afraid of me?" Confidence mixed with arrogance, Ren Zhongtian's gaze was full of disdain for the five in front of him.
Upon hearing this, the old ghost who just spoke was suddenly at a loss for words, as if Ren Zhongtian had hit a nerve.
