Wang Chen took a deep breath and gave a bow to the cultivator seated on the ground.
"Youngster Wang Chen pays respects to the senior."
He said in a deep voice, "This junior has come to explore the ancient Cave Mansion of the predecessors, finding this place must be fate. Should there be any offense, I ask for the senior's forgiveness."
Saying this, Wang Chen once again saluted respectfully.
While the other party had been sitting in meditation for who knows how many years and couldn't possibly revive to cause trouble,
Wang Chen felt that respecting the predecessors was also respecting oneself!
And just as his voice faded, the grey-robed cultivator suddenly opened his eyes!!
Wang Chen felt a chill run down his spine, instinctively forming a Sword Art with his hands, only to see the other's body collapse silently into dust in the blink of an eye.
A desolate aura, indescribable in words, echoed in the chamber for a long time.
