With no one else around, Jiang Chen looked at the old man with some apprehension.
The old man studied Jiang Chen for a moment, seeming quite satisfied.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he smiled. "Don't be nervous, boy. I sought you out to discuss something."
Jiang Chen was stunned. He truly didn't know this old man at all.
He was powerless to resist and could only go along with the old man's arrangements.
He had seen it himself—with a single word from this man, Grand General Ming Zhe had slapped his own face.
And Flame Dragon, with a Cultivation near the Martial Emperor realm, had vanished with a mere wave of the old man's hand.
A person like this was powerful to a terrifying degree.
And this old man was none other than Fang Yinzi.
He sat on the altar, not having moved an inch.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Fang Yinzi. You have surely never heard my name."
"I know you've come for the Black Fire."
