Chen Tang watched as Yan Zhuifeng departed, not daring to chase recklessly.
This person's lightweight skill was extraordinary, and he couldn't catch up.
Moreover, he still needed to escort Shen Zhiyuan and Su Li swiftly on their way.
The trio continued along the main road, and by noon, yet another person blocked their path ahead.
This man stood eight feet tall, appearing one size larger than Chen Tang, with muscles twisted and knotted all over, his arms exposed, skin a bronze hue; he was a bald, burly man.
Beside him stood a bizarre weapon, deeply embedded in the ground, looking exceedingly heavy.
Chen Tang hadn't been in Nanxia long and had mostly stayed in Langya Pavilion, not wandering the Jianghu, so he didn't recognize the figures of Nanxia Jianghu.
Shen Zhiyuan and Su Li, though young, had roamed the Jianghu for years under the guidance of their seniors.
Some notable figures, even if they hadn't met, they'd heard their elders mention.
"Is it him?"
