Not sending these people to mine would be an utter waste

At the word "nostrils,"

Ye Zhu snapped back to his senses.

At that same moment, an image surfaced in his mind.

"Retreat!"

At Ye Zhu's command,

the forty-nine black warships moved in perfect unison.

Defying the laws of physics,

they instantly retreated fifty kilometers.

At the same time,

Defensive formation runes lit up across the warships.

They went on full alert.

Shi Jiu, who had just slapped Ye Zhu with the sole of a shoe and was now hiding in a corner with Jiang Fu, whispered, "Who the hell is Nostril Man?"

Jiang Fu reasoned, "Probably Principal Xia's new nickname!"

"He's really taken to looking down his nose at people lately."

Shi Jiu nodded. "...Xia Nostril. Pretty fitting."

Ye Zhu rubbed his face, still marked with a shoe print.

A flicker of terror crossed his eyes.

"Check. Check Xia Fan's records!"

Ye Zhu's deputy acted quickly.

"Xia Fan, male, twenty-eight."

"A Mortal Transcendence Realm Transcendent. Sequence unknown."

"A graduate of Renxuan Martial Arts University. Formerly President of the Bincheng District Nine Martial Artist Guild in Xia Country. Later became Jiang Fu's Examination Prop and leader of the Kill Hu Alliance!"

"Currently Principal of Tianhuang Martial Arts University."

"His concealed identity is the grandnephew of Xia Yuncang, one of Xia Country's seventeen Silver-Masked Saint Ascensions."

"Additional note: according to current intelligence, Xia Yuncang should still be alive!"

Upon hearing his deputy's report,

Ye Zhu's expression turned grave.

He stared fixedly at the silver yacht fifty kilometers away, leisurely making its way toward them.

"Was that man really Xia Fan?"

"...The Nostril Man from the divine oracle?!"

As he asked those questions,

Ye Zhu's voice trembled.

He had no idea who Nostril Man was.

Nor did he know the man's background or what he had done.

But this was the man mentioned