"It seems you're about to break through to the Peak of Integration. Looks like this little drunkard's injuries have healed!"
The skinny old man spoke softly, glanced at Jiang Chen, and continued, "This little drunkard has indeed taken on a good disciple!"
"That's right, well, you should see whose disciple it is!"
Hu Yiqiu said smugly.
"Still the same shameless manner."
The skinny old man smiled faintly, his figure suddenly disappearing into the air without talking more with Hu Yiqiu, leaving only an admonition: "The auction continues!"
Huff!
A sound of exhaling filled the venue; even though the skinny old man hadn't released his aura, his identity as a Saint made everyone feel extremely oppressed.
"Master, do you know that senior?"
Jiang Chen turned his head to Hu Yiqiu.
"Just an old geezer."
Hu Yiqiu said indifferently.
Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly. Since Hu Yiqiu didn't want to say more, he also stopped asking further questions.
