Wang Yan stood outside the hut, momentarily stunned.
The aura emanating from this elder was absolutely terrifying; apart from his own master, he had never felt such a powerful aura in anyone else.
Just as Wang Yan was in a daze, he suddenly noticed that the elder's aura disappeared completely, and standing before him was just an ordinary old man.
It seemed like the aura he felt a moment ago was merely an illusion.
Wang Yan looked at the elder, and the elder looked back at Wang Yan.
As soon as he saw Wang Yan, the elder blushed, slowly stood up, let his arms hang down, leaned his withered wooden cane on the ground, coughed twice, and said, "Kid, what are you looking at? This old man was practicing his skills!"
Hearing the elder's words, Wang Yan woke up as if from a dream, quickly stepped forward a few steps to stand in front of the elder, and respectfully said, "Junior Wang Yan, pays respect to Senior."
