Elder Han didn't get angered, instead staying completely unflustered. He poured himself a cup of tea. His white hair covered his face as he lightly lifted the tea to his mouth.
At this moment, Ye Fan's blood had turned cold.
Elder Han's fingers were like iron strips, completely withered up with only a layer of skin covering the bones. Lifting his face that had been covered with white hair, his appearance gave people goosebumps. His face seemed like trash paper had been crumpled into a shapeless lump. His skin was filled with creases without the slightest luster. The most shocking thing was his mouth. His gums and teeth were both completely black without the slightest color of blood or life. Even his tongue had atrophied.
"Let's go." Finishing his tea, Elder Han gently placed his cup down. He spoke neither quickly nor slowly, his voice without the slightest trace of life energy.
