An indescribable pressure appeared at the bottom of his heart, making him speechless.
He just honestly stopped talking.
Even Gongsun Feixue, who had planned to open her mouth to scold, was puzzled. The Wan family was considered a Jianghu powerhouse almost at the same level as the Gongsun aristocratic family, and this Mr. Wan had always been arrogant, rarely this honest.
Only on Wan Mingyi's forehead was a trace of sweat.
Just now, in that instant when he locked eyes with the young Taoist, for some reason, his heart thumped violently, and the air around seemed to press down. That feeling reminded him of his childhood; back then, he was only five or six years old when he went to meet a long-respected predecessor, the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch of the Central Plains.
