My Longevity Simulation

This location was already several miles away from the small town, a desolate wilderness with no one else around.

Only Han Yi and the Old Fisherman stood there.

The Old Fisherman spoke, and the question was obviously directed at Han Yi.

When a powerful cultivator asks, how could he dare not answer?

Han Yi felt his scalp tingle with fear.

But his life was at stake; he absolutely couldn’t afford to defy the other party. Reluctantly, he flew closer, landed on the ground, lowered his head, bowed deeply, and greeted, "I greet the senior."

Unexpectedly, the Old Fisherman wasn’t appeased by such courtesy.

Frowning, he asked again, "Where are you from?"

Han Yi’s heart pounded violently as if it would explode.