*Content Warning: Mentioned blood; human trafficking.*
"What do you want to say?"
He Chuan's expression was calm.
The smile on the old man's face disappeared and he became expressionless.
"I have cultivated the most sacred secret technique to extend my life. It has been more than two hundred years now and I have saved countless people. Now, whether it is a merit or a fault, whether it is right or wrong, it is not up to you, a little child, to question me!"
"Putting on airs?" He Chuan waved his saber, "Since when did seniority speak for itself in the world of martial artists? Be straightforward. Were you the one who did it? If you don't say it, then let's fight."
"Young man, you are indeed a little too arrogant."