After Ye Mingqiu left, a middle-aged man came to the old man's side. An invisible domain spread out, and the people around were influenced by this invisible force, unable to see or be aware of their existence anymore.
"Second Master, how are things?"
"He's marked, a top-level mark, the source is ridiculously strong, not someone you can mess with."
The old man slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and continued, "Regardless of any other hidden identities he might have, just based on this mark, almost no one can afford to mess with him."
"Hmm? Really, is it that serious? We've encountered marked individuals before, haven't we? Killed them too, and it didn't seem to have any repercussions, right? The gods can't cross worlds to come here," the middle-aged man said, puzzled.
