"Uncle Chen, you don't need to make a fuss. With you around, my safety isn't guaranteed?" the young man said leisurely.
This young man exuded an aura of nobility, enveloped by a radiant glow, giving him an almost regal bearing, far beyond an ordinary person.
Every word and expression gave off a sense of aristocratic elegance.
His eyes brimmed with pride, showing he didn't take the owner of this twig seriously.
Even after hearing that someone used this twig to tear apart the sky, he remained indifferent.
"Ninth Young Master," Chen Wangan said with a frown, "you're right. In our Su family, apart from the two ancestors, indeed, only a handful of experts could tear the clouds with this twig. If we encounter such an expert, even if I can't defeat them, I could at least guarantee your escape."
