Elder Ban stood there, eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
Yang Chen stood nearby in a ready stance, mindful of the older generation grandmaster, not daring to be negligent.
But waiting like this, Elder Ban showed no sign of movement, making Yang Chen somewhat impatient.
Was he asleep?
Or was it that he had to patiently wait for the older generation to fight?
This wasn't a trench; face-to-face, Yang Chen felt he should attack when it was time.
Yet, the elder across from him showed no intention of making a move.
Only after a long while did Elder Ban slowly open his eyes and say, "Did you just defeat Xiaowu?"
Yang Chen was taken aback; this man asked abruptly, catching him off guard.
But he thought about it; to Elder Ban, who was over a hundred years old, the elder of the Wu family was indeed a junior.
Yang Chen nodded slightly.
