The old man's arrogant smile slowly faded from his face. He squinted his eyes and stared at Chen Yan for a while, then slowly said, "And who are you, young man? You have some good perception and Tao Practice."
Chen Yan lightly tapped the iron jar with the stick in his hand, making a soft tinkering sound.
With each light tapping sound, Chen Yan slowly said, "To be able to use something like this, your Tao Practice is not bad either. Let me guess, you are a cultivator who failed to break through the Celestial Tribulation?"
The old man's face tightened, but his eyes were fixed on the wooden stick in Chen Yan's hand that was lightly tapping the iron jar.
