Liu San hesitated, he had never seen such a look on the middle-aged scholar’s face, Liu San with his eyes flashing and rubbing his hands, slightly moving to Wang Lin’s position, said in a sinking voice: “Sir, what will happen to little brother? Whether he is also involved in this plague of blood?”
Wang Lin looked calm, didn’t say anything, looked indifferently at the middle-aged scholar, when he heard Situ Nan’s calm voice.
“This little kid is amusing, this technique of face reading maybe mysterious to mortals, but for me and others engaged in XiuXian, appears as someone showing off with meagre skills, this Old man just a moment ago, transmitted to his consciousness memory of huge slaughters, hehe, this is what he is unable to bear.”
Middle-aged scholar for a while just kept streaming with sweat, looking into Wang Lin’s eyes, at this time his face showed fear, hearing Liu San’s words, he hastily said: “Regarding Little brother…….Little brother is unrelated, his future prospects cannot be estimated, my Wang Art of Face reading is not working, cannot see……..cannot see through.” With that he bowed again and again making a bitter face.