"Young friend, it seems we are not acquainted, and there are empty seats over there, so please move a step or two."
Uncle Huo, with a polite smile hanging on his face, gave Li Xiaobai's elbow a light push, subtly allowing strands of Immortal Yuan Power to seep through the skin and into the meridians.
He was testing, concentrating Immortal Yuan Power into his palm and releasing it into the other's arm to gauge his strength. The presence of this peculiar youth, eavesdropping on their conversation and displaying a keen interest, made Uncle Huo suspect he could be a spy. Though the likelihood was small, adhering to the principle that caution never led to great mistakes, he tested to see if this individual could be a cultivator from a rival camp.
But as he tested, his expression changed drastically—he had never anticipated that a casual probe would cause such a significant issue.