As soon as he pushed open the door, Lu Tianxing immediately saw an old man with white hair and a youthful face standing by the window in the office, admiring the scenery outside. His back was straight, and the Zhongshan suit he wore gave him a very imposing presence.
At first glance at the old man, Lu Tianxing's pupils suddenly constricted, and a strong, terrifying feeling arose from his heart. The old man in front of him felt even more frightening than the Crying Face Envoy had once felt. The old man stood there casually, yet he exuded an awe-inspiring aura, rendering Tianxing powerless.
If he were to fight the old man in front of him, Lu Tianxing believed he would stand no chance of survival, unable to even withstand a single move.
