Yan Beihan said, "Such matters, can only happen once."
"I understand, Lord. I surely dare not underestimate the heroes of the world."
Yan Beihan walked along the path, mentioning some points to take note of along the way.
"Among them, there are a few whose combat power is even similar to mine; they have reached fifth grade Saint Level. If you encounter them... remember to escape immediately, because they are known for their speed."
"Understood."
The two walked hundreds of miles, approaching the dark part of the dense forest.
Yan Beihan urged Fang Che to put on a set of Protective Treasure Clothes, and then wore the Ten Complete Spirit Boots. Watching Fang Che looking around while lifting his feet, Yan Beihan chuckled, "The soles of these boots are made of Flood Dragon King's Horn, extremely hard, even gold can be shattered with a kick... After wearing them, slowly practice, maybe your combat power can rise another level."
"Good stuff."
