"The trouble's still ahead. A guy like that won't turn back until he hits the southern wall. How could he possibly let this go so easily?" Su Changfeng said with a smile.
At this moment, in a nearby alley, the man's folding fan was practically crumpled in his grip. Losing so much face under everyone's gaze was, to him, a monumental humiliation.
"Just a mere Seven-star Beast Tamer, and you actually couldn't deal with him, making this young master lose such big face." The man said through gritted teeth to the old man.
The old man drooped his head. Although he was old enough to be the man's grandfather, he still kept himself low and humble in front of him.
"Young master, in that group, the biggest threat actually isn't that Seven-star Beast Tamer, but that other man and woman. Their strength is such that even I can't see through it. I estimate... they're probably late stage third-rank experts." the old man said.
Late stage third-rank experts?
