"Are you Ye Qiu?"
The middle-aged man's voice carried a hint of surprise, seemingly not expecting Ye Qiu to appear at this moment.
He had long heard of Ye Qiu, knowing this guy was quite powerful, but he didn't pay him any mind. To him, any Martial Artist in this world was nothing but an ignorant country bumpkin, incomparable to someone like him.
Ye Qiu saw a look of disdain in the middle-aged man's eyes, such a lofty and condescending gaze.
Looking at him was like a deity gazing down on a mortal, quite infuriating.
"Was it also you who caused the power that injured me earlier?" the middle-aged man asked, anyone could hear the barely contained anger in his tone.
