Fang Qingyu nearly choked on his own saliva, his eyes widening in disbelief.
He looked incredulously at the old man whose face was full of mischief, "You said that shadow is a bootlicker to the Drought Fiend??"
Hong Qitian leisurely refilled his teacup, the amber tea gently swaying in the cup. He took a sip and then, amidst the lingering tea aroma, nodded with a tone of worldly sarcasm: "Hmm, that shadow is called 'Black Marquis,' a Tribulation Level Life Ghost, a genuine Tier Four existence."
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu nodded thoughtfully, finally unraveling a corner of his lingering doubts.
For someone who could stand out as a mediator in such a situation and make both Jiang Ying and the old man temporarily cease with just a word, they must be a top-level powerhouse of the same height.
As for why he didn't see the opponent's title back then...
Fang Qingyu speculated, either the opponent's ability is special, or that thing isn't considered a living being.
