Not long after the masters from the Da Ling Kingdom True Hall left, Zhaang Ye suddenly sensed two powerful auras appear above his small courtyard.
"Hm?" Zhaang Ye was slightly taken aback. 'Someone's already here to challenge me so soon?' he thought. 'Do they see me as a pushover they can just crush at will?'
With this thought, Zhaang Ye's figure flickered, and he darted out of the courtyard.
"HAHAHAHA—"
The moment Zhaang Ye stepped out of the courtyard, he heard a burst of earth-shattering laughter. The one laughing was a short, stout elder in his seventies. His body was round and pudgy, his face chubby, giving him a benevolent appearance. But the immense aura faintly emanating from him clearly told Zhaang Ye that this person's Cultivation was at least at the Martial Arts Eighth Layer Middle Stage.
