The elder suddenly seemed to remember something and said to the middle-aged man with a serious expression, but with a hint of derision in his words:
"Report, Lord Fang. Your subordinate has suddenly recalled something. Although the remnant leader of the Dayang Sect is quite formidable and even severed one of my legs, he is merely a young lad in his early twenties. Though he may be adept in cultivation, he surely is no match for Lord Fang when it comes to strategy!"
"Oh?"
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up. He hadn't anticipated that the remnant leader of the Dayang Sect would be a young cultivator in his early twenties, which was indeed a surprising delight. Just a young lad in his early twenties, what is there to fear? After all, he was a veteran of military campaigns alongside the Wild Wolf Gang.
