The person who arrived was dressed in gray, with a thin and hunched body, and sparse gray-white hair.
He was an ordinary-looking old man...
Yet at this moment, the old man was holding a human head.
The deceased's eyes were wide open with disbelief, unable to change his fate.
All present except Han Qiuzhe had seen this old man before.
It was in front of Two Realms City that the old man protected a small slave at the cost of receiving several lashes.
Chu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the old man smile and say:
"Earlier, I was greatly indebted. I said back then that I owed you a favor.
"Today I see you creating a stir in the Han Family, and being followed by scoundrels... I didn't know you were waiting for them. I intended to repay the favor, but unexpectedly ruined your plan.
"I'm extremely embarrassed, and I ask for your forgiveness, young hero."
The old man spoke politely, clasped his fists, and was about to bow.
