Encountering an Old Friend Far from Home

"A Soul Ancestor?!" Wang Sheng clenched his teeth, a trace of unwillingness rising in his heart.

He and his companions had risked their lives to obtain these things. If they were simply taken by force, how could he explain it to them when he returned? Even if they said nothing, he would never get past it himself!

But this was a Soul Ancestor!

No matter how unwilling he was, no matter how he struggled, it was useless. The enormous gap in strength was an uncrossable chasm, leaving Wang Sheng unable even to entertain the thought of resisting.

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly rang out beside him.

"So you mean that anyone with strength can do whatever they want here?"

Wang Sheng looked up in confusion, as did the surrounding onlookers. At a time like this, was someone actually stepping in to stand up for this honest young man?

Before they could react, however, a black shadow flashed before their eyes. A muffled thud followed, and the Soul Ancestor who had been standing before Wang Sheng suddenly vanished from his spot. In his place stood a rather handsome youth.

Bang!

The tremendous crash jolted everyone from their daze.

When they turned to look, they saw the Soul Ancestor who had stood before Wang Sheng slam into a low wall by the street in a sorry state. The wall was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and its middle had even caved in.

Wang Sheng suddenly came back to his senses. Seeing that familiar figure, his eyes lit up as he cried out in delight, "Boss Zhao!"

"And me too, Wang Sheng!" A group of youths suddenly pushed through the crowd, led by none other than Xiao Wu.

Wang Sheng looked even more delighted. "Sister Xiao Wu, Third Brother... Hermione!"

The onlookers