'That bastard Wu Jinsheng really played a dirty hand, bringing in an expert like this.'
Yang An didn't even have to think. The moment he heard Meng Wuchang's words, he immediately got up and walked out the door.
He had to run!
Never mind a Visceral Stone True Master; Yang An had no confidence in fighting even a Late-stage Primordial Feeding cultivator.
They were separated by two stages. This Ding Chong Daoist was on the same level as his Tenth Senior Brother, Xuan Kang, and might even be stronger.
He was only at the Early Stage of Primordial Feeding. He might—just might—be able to put up a fight against someone at the Middle Stage, but against an expert of this caliber? There was no fucking way.
As the saying goes, he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day.
"Take your men and hide if you can. If you get caught, just tell them I went east."
Tossing that one sentence to Meng Wuchang, Yang An immediately leaped up onto the roof.
