The scholar in a blue robe showed no expression, stretched out his right hand, and casually grabbed Hong Luoyu, who had fled far away, pulling him back to the Shaolin Temple. He looked down at the chuckling master thief and leisurely said:
"Just now, how did you introduce me?"
"It seems like I didn't hear it clearly."
......
When Wang Anfeng returned to the Shaolin Temple, an arc of light flew across the sky, screaming as it passed over Wang Anfeng's head. It waved its hand and then ascended into the sky at an even faster speed, leaving behind a long, drawn-out scream that pierced through the clouds.
Wang Anfeng fell silent.
He was already so familiar with such a scene that it couldn't stir even the slightest ripple of shock in him.
Flying at such speed would cost an ordinary person half their life, but to Third Master Hong Luoyu, it was merely like the slight dizziness one feels after spinning in place.
