A few minutes later.
Zhang Xiaohao's figure stopped just outside a small grove.
Opposite him stood a young man dressed in a black robe.
The young man in the black robe stood there indifferently, hands behind his back, looking at Zhang Xiaohao with contempt, a strong confidence radiating from his body.
"So, you are Zhang Xiaohao?" the Qingming Saint arrogantly asked.
"Yes! I am Zhang Xiaohao. Was that aura just now emitted by you?" Zhang Xiaohao coldly asked.
Earlier, while sitting in the car, he sensed an overwhelmingly sharp aura locking onto their group's vehicle.
If he had remained in the car, the piercing aura would have exploded, directly attacking.
Thus, there was the scene of Zhang Xiaohao coming over.
"Indeed! It was this Saint Heir." The Qingming Saint arrogantly replied.
"So you are the Saint Heir of the Qingming Sect?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
