Before the old man could speak again.
THUD. THUD. THUD. Bai Yuan kowtowed three times with resounding force.
"Disciple Bai Yuan pays his respects to Master!"
The old man in gray robes couldn't help but laugh, both amused and exasperated by Bai Yuan's shameless, opportunistic nature.
'This kid is a bit like I was back in the day.'
"How did you recognize me?"
Bai Yuan feigned a puzzled look. "Recognize you? I want to become your disciple to learn how to cook!"
A sinister smile crept onto the gray-robed old man's lips. "Oh?"
Seeing this, Bai Yuan obediently replied, "This disciple heard that the person who killed the Soul-Chasing Tower expert that night was wearing gray clothes."
"Just based on that?"
The gray-robed old man glanced down at his own gray robes. 'So my clothes gave me away.'
"And your aura is incredibly powerful."
