"President, what do you mean?" Wang Yue felt his heart grow cold, having barely escaped death while his two teammates didn't even have a place to be buried. Yet now he had to endure a scolding from Lu Cheng, which he found utterly unacceptable.
Lu Cheng stated, "Based on your description, I can deduce that Ye Ming that scoundrel is not a cultivator at all, but a person who has practiced sorcery."
"Moreover, the sorcery he has practiced has already reached a certain realm; the power of his spells is extremely potent."
Lu Cheng paced the room, analyzing slowly, "To deal with a person who has practiced sorcery, you actually confronted him head-on—how could you possibly manage to cope with him?"
"It's simply ludicrous!"
Wang Yue fell into deep thought, his blockheaded mind still failing to grasp the crux of the matter.
