SWOOSH…
A sound of tearing air echoed. The next moment, the old man from the pavilion appeared before Han Xu in a flash. An incredibly terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Han Xu.
"You mean the Murong Family's young miss, Murong Wanqing?" the old man said coldly, his gaze fixed on Han Xu.
"That's right!" Han Xu nodded woodenly. The pressure radiating from the old man was so immense it left him breathless. 'This level of power… It's far greater than my grandfather, Han Feng. He's definitely at the Spirit Emperor Level!'
"Elder Bai, please calm your anger. Xu'er surely knows the situation. Let's ask him what happened first!" Han Feng said hastily, cupping his fists as he felt the old man's aura.
"Where is Miss Murong now? Is she injured?" Upon hearing this, the man Han Feng called Elder Bai retracted his aura and asked, a hint of worry in his tone.
