"It's set too high."
"Zhao Hao's strength is formidable. As long as the sect's true disciples and the talented scions of noble families don't take action, with his lightweight skill, he stands invincible."
The elder surnamed Yang said leisurely.
He took a sip of wine, ate the fruit fed by a maid, and continued, "Keep using these odds going forward, don't lower them anymore, give that youngster some benefit."
"Yes, sir."
The man responded, utterly surprised within.
He never expected Mr. Yang to have such a high evaluation of Zhao Hao, comparable to the level of the sect's true disciples and the talented scions of noble families.
"I haven't seen this lightweight skill before, there seems to be a hint of Ten Thousand Armies Blood Slaughter True Skill in it."
"It's not just the Ten Thousand Armies Blood Slaughter True Skill, it seems to have integrated other lightweight skills as well, what astonishing comprehension."
