Lin Tian mentioned Old Drunkard for two reasons. For one thing, he wanted to threaten the gray-robed old man and for the other, he wanted to know how powerful the gray-robed old man was. Now hearing what the old man said, he felt even worse. The gray-robed old man had such an unusual identity. He was the chief of the Formation Masters' Guild of dozens of countries!

"Damn the Thousand Refining Workshop!"

Lin Tian gritted his teeth.

He really didn't ...