Su Han's expression was somewhat complex; this was the first time he had heard about the old Taoist's strength — the ability to kill two elders with a single slap...
Even standing beside him, Hong Yidao, who was almost stepping into the Transformative Energy Level and could transcend the mortal coil, couldn't do that, could he?
Hong Yidao glanced at Su Han and said indifferently, "I told you, your master is on another level; you cannot conjecture about him using common sense."
What he didn't say was the previous carrier of the Heavenly Scriptures, Su Han's father, also had a talent that was terrifyingly strong.
More than twenty years had passed, and while he hadn't improved much due to poisoning, it was not the same for him. By now, he probably had grown to a level unimaginable to himself.
Su Han nodded, understanding more about his master, the old Taoist.