"What a close call!"
Fang Han stood beneath an ancient pine tree, his expression calm and unruffled. Inwardly, however, he shivered and thought, 'That was close.'
Zhao Wuji, Sun Mo, Li Qinghong...
Three True Disciples!
He had originally assumed Chu Feng would, at most, ask a few disciples from the top one hundred for help, or perhaps hire some Sixth Grade Experts from outside the Sect.
But he never would have imagined that Chu Feng had actually managed to get three True Disciples of the Qingxuan Sect to stand guard.
If he had been unable to restrain himself after breaking through to the Middle Stage of Sixth Grade and had moved against Chu Feng's subordinate forces again, he very well might have run into one of those three True Disciples!
Even though his strength had greatly increased and he was confident he was no weaker than a top-level expert at the Late Stage of Sixth Grade, the outcome of a fight against a powerful True Disciple was still uncertain.
