Huang Xin suddenly felt he couldn't breathe loudly, although this Elder Daoist hadn't done anything, he felt himself already enveloped by the aura of this figure.
Images of soldiers scattered across the battlefield, scenes akin to Asura Hell, flashed through his mind.
This figure must have been treading through mountains of corpses and oceans of blood back then, right?
When he saw this figure turn to look at him, he instinctively swallowed hard.
Chen Han naturally noticed Huang Xin's abnormal reaction; he could tell the other person had deep respect for him as an Elder Daoist, which was a completely different attitude compared to his dealings with Patriarch Chen.
This was the result he desired.
Patriarch Chen was the public-facing identity, the facade; he needed to be amiable, to make others think the Chen Family was easy to deal with.
