"I don't think so," Fang Daoyun said, shaking his head.
Those who rise from humble beginnings must possess extraordinary qualities. A true Flood Dragon will eventually soar to the heavens, even if it starts in a small pond. It's only a matter of time.
Hearing this, Yan Lianxing did not argue.
The truth would reveal itself soon enough.
The two arrived at Bidao Hall and entered as if it were completely deserted, strolling right in thanks to their exquisite Concealing Breath and Concealing Trace Technique.
After a brief observation, they quickly found the Workshop Market's manager: Si Huandou, a man over three hundred years old with an Early-stage Core Formation cultivation.
...
Inside the Master's Quiet Chamber.
Si Huandou, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. When he realized what was happening, the calm expression on his face instantly changed.
"Who is it? Who's here!"
