I picked up the scattered attributes

What is certain now is that Feng Xia's strength far exceeds everyone's imagination. Gong Xiuyong, the 21st young master of the Gong family, was easily grabbed and pulled into the air by him. What kind of amazing magical power is this?

More importantly, when faced with the ruthless young man in blue, Gong Xiuyong showed no signs of anger. Instead, in front of everyone, he chose to "sacrifice himself" without even thinking!

By the time everyone realized what had happened, the famous Twenty-First Young Master of the Gong family had transformed into a slender and beautiful young woman.

The contrast is so stark that it's simply unacceptable.

"No matter who that young man in blue is, his background must be extremely terrifying, otherwise, he could never have frightened the young master of the Gong family like that!"

"So here's the question: if this young man is so important, then who exactly is that old man?"

"Something's not right. No matter how I look at him... he's just an ordinary person!"

"He has the blood of the demon race, but he is too old, his cultivation is almost gone, and his blood and qi are exhausted. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been kicked so hard that he vomited blood..."

Unless, of course, this old man's cultivation level has reached a point where they cannot comprehend it, and he has returned to simplicity, no longer revealing even the slightest abnormality.

To be honest, the old man's hair and beard were all white, and his appearance was ancient and refined, giving him the air of a reclusive sage.

But even such a peerless expert, no matter how low-key he was, not only did he dine and dash, but he was also kicked by a servant and vomited blood repeatedly...

Even if it's acting, isn't this going a bit too far?

"That's weird! That's weird!"

"Let's see what that young man in blue... oh no, that senior has to say!"

In fact, not only the other guests in Dushengju, but even Gong Xiuyong, who had already gone far away, never took his eyes off the place.

Feng Xia's identity is about to be revealed.

So who is that old man who ate and dashed?

"I...I don't know."

Faced with Feng Xia's question, the old man paused, looked up at the sky, his face filled with even more confusion, and said tremblingly, "I guess I'm just getting old, I don't remember many things."

Feng Xia stared at him with a smile, and suddenly said, "If I remember correctly, it will probably be a few more months before you turn one year old, fellow Daoist."

The old man's face showed a sad expression: "?"

The onlookers and busybodies around them were all stunned.

"...How...how big?"

"Am I fucking hallucinating?"

"Just now, he said...one year old?"

If it's just one or two people, there's a chance they might mishear.

Dushengju has a considerable flow of people. The commotion Feng Xia just caused, which even subdued the dignified Twenty-First Young Master of the Gong family, has drawn the attention of countless people both inside and outside the city to this restaurant.

As a result, Feng Xia's words shocked everyone present!

An old man who is nearing the end of his life...

It's not even a year old yet!

Are you the fool, or do you think they are fools?

However, they soon realized that Feng Xia's words were neither an explanation nor meant for them; the only true audience was him from beginning to end.

—That little old man who looks like he's nearing the end!

"I...I'm not even a year old yet?"

The old man first glared, then shook his head shakily, his face contorted with an intense bitterness: "Young...young man...this old man is about to die...please don't...tease me..."

"Fellow Daoist, I am not making fun of you."

Feng Xia calmly shook her head: "I'm just telling the truth."

At this moment, young and beautiful maids brought over pastries and tea. The hungry old man didn't care about anything else and ate several pieces in big bites, and then drank several mouthfuls of tea, which restored some of his strength.

"You're a good person, bro."

He took a breath, his speech quickened slightly, and after a pause, he continued in a hoarse voice, "But if the old man is not even a year old, how could he look like he's about to die?"

"Besides... no baby under one year old would look like this, right?"

The old man pointed to himself with one finger.

Even though he has lost many memories and doesn't remember things from the past, he still has those common sense things.

How could a baby who is not even a year old possibly know so much common sense, no matter how precocious he is?

"You weren't like this to begin with."

Feng Xia smiled and shook his head, his gaze fixed on the old man, a strange light flashing in his eyes: "Your wisdom, your strength, everything about you is a gift from this world. The world has made you who you are, but it has also limited you invisibly."

The old man was completely bewildered: "Young man, what are you talking about...? Why is it getting more and more mysterious?"

He could understand each word Feng Xia said individually, but when put together, only one word remained:

What?

what what?

"But fellow Daoist, your current state can be described as the lowest point in your life. But it is precisely because of this that you have the capital to break free from your shackles."

Feng Xia didn't care whether the old man understood or not. Instead, he smiled and chatted as if he were talking to an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. He continued to talk to himself, "But there is one thing that the Great Prophet was right about."

His gaze was fixed on the old man.

"Perhaps the trajectory of fate has never changed. Your birth was flawed because of the Great Prophet, but at the same time, he also brought you the opportunity to break free from the shackles."

"I...don't understand."

The old man answered with a blank look on his face.

Feng Xia gently shook his head, pointed to the many delicacies on the table, and smiled broadly: "Fellow Daoist, you should eat your fill first."

The old man nodded, said nothing more, and began to devour his food.

When he looked up again, he was astonished to find that the young man in the blue shirt had disappeared.

The other people in the restaurant were equally shocked:

"What about people?"

Before they even realized it, the young man had vanished, as if he had never existed at all!

Suddenly, a colorful floral dress on the table caught his eye.

"This...this dress is..."

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Chapter 0714

"What about people?!"

Whether it was the old man who had just finished his meal, or the others in the restaurant, even Gong Xiuyong, the twenty-first young master of the Gong family, they were all stunned by the scene before them.

Such a big, living person, and suddenly disappeared!

Among the passersby present were many cultivators at the Dharma Aspect Realm, who would be considered experts even in the Eastern Emperor Continent.

Meanwhile, the Dushengju Restaurant was also equipped with many magic arrays, including defensive, monitoring, and killing arrays. However, no one noticed when Feng Xia left.

"He didn't disappear suddenly; rather, we only realized this fact long after he left."

In another corner of the restaurant, Gong Xiuyong, who was busy at work, suddenly paused, and his solemn expression relaxed slightly: "Hi, with such methods, there's no mistake, it must be that great demon king."

Beside him, the restaurant manager on duty hesitated for a moment: "Young master, may I ask who that gentleman is...?"

He didn't understand Gong Xiuyong's words, nor did he recognize Feng Xia's identity. However, from Gong Xiuyong's unusual behavior and his extremely solemn attitude at this moment, he could more or less sense something.

The true identity of that young man in blue is bound to be earth-shattering!

To become the manager of Dushengju, the most basic skill is the ability to read people's expressions and moods.

"Go and retrieve all the monitoring arrays of Dusheng Residence right now. Everything that just happened, down to the smallest detail, must be accounted for."

Gong Xiuyong said in a deep voice, word by word.

Not long after, the manager exclaimed in surprise, "How is this possible?!"

Immediately afterward, the steward on duty rushed over, holding a clear mirror, his face filled with horror, and said, "Young...Young Master, look! There's no trace of that person in the monitoring array!"

Gong Xiuyong took the mirror and looked at it a few times, and immediately understood everything.

"From the very beginning, the magic array failed to capture his figure. Either he never entered the Dusheng Residence, or his strength was too terrifying, and even if the magic array had captured him, it would have been difficult to imprint his image on it!"

While feeling a chill run down his spine, Gong Xiuyong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

fortunately……

I chose to back down at lightning speed!

"Given the ruthless methods of this great demon king, I would have been completely wiped out if I had even dared to utter a single word of rebuttal, let alone resist."

With a long sigh, Gong Xiuyong's gaze fell on the old man again.

At that moment, the lonely old man looked around blankly, and finally, his gaze fell on the clothes on the opposite table.