Xuan Xiao wore a cold and stern expression. He didn't even glance at Liu Mu, keeping his calm gaze fixed entirely on the old man.
The massive palm Liu Mu had conjured stopped right above Xuan Xiao's head. The old man flicked his wrist, and Liu Mu instantly withdrew his hand, casting a cold glare at Xuan Xiao.
"You've got some nerve. What kind of guarantee do you want?" The old man looked at Xuan Xiao with a hint of approval and slowly spoke.
Chapter 1480