From Li Zheng's perspective, Bai Xiaofan's cultivation is at least in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Stage.
Such a brilliant talent is either a disciple of those powerful sects or a standout among the major families.
But I haven't heard of a family with a young man with white hair who looks sickly!
"Haha, since you've asked repeatedly, I shall tell you. My name is Bai Xiaofan, and many people, out of admiration for me, have given me a nickname – 'God of Death'!"
Bai Xiaofan kept his hands behind his back and didn't even glance at those he'd injured on the ground, as if he'd just swatted a few flies away!
Bai Xiaofan!
God of Death!!
Listening to Bai Xiaofan's words, Zheng Yang and Wang Qing, among others, seemed okay, as they had no impression of this name!
But Li Zheng, who was in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, had a drastic change in expression, looking at Bai Xiaofan with scrutiny and a hint of gravity at the same time!
