When the old man sat down, Yun Ran finally saw his features clearly and was somewhat surprised; they were a confluence of two extreme characteristics.
Ordinary Xuanmen people could only see the old man's highly prosperous features; they would find it difficult to discern the imperfection entwined within his wealthy and distinguished appearance, which was that he was destined to live out his old age in solitude and die alone.
After taking a careful look at the old man's sitting posture, along with his slightly tense body and his broad and powerful palms...
Yun Ran couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth; her luck was really like no other, to actually encounter such a high-level character.
The old man was observing Yun Ran as well, and seeing her expression, for some reason, a sudden sense of vigilance arose in his heart.
He trusted his instincts very much; he had once saved his own life by relying on them.
