Shen Zhong naturally recognized Fan Xian.
And his impression was quite "profound." The grievances between him and Fan Xian were a long story indeed.
What Shen Zhong had not expected was that Fan Xian had entered the ranks of Grandmasters in such a short time. That was no small matter.
"Had that brat deliberately concealed his cultivation before? What is he plotting?"
He quickly realized something was wrong.
He held quite a bit of intelligence on Fan Xian and the Qing Kingdom, yet Fan Xian's records amounted to only a few scant lines. Even when he had reached the ranks of ninth-grade experts, the reports merely called it a stroke of luck.
And now, after only such a short time apart, Fan Xian had already become a Grandmaster. For Northern Qi, this was hardly good news.
One had to know that the Grandmasters of every nation kept one another in balance. Northern Qi had one, the Qing Kingdom had one, and Dongyi City had one as well. Every nation had a Grandmaster standing guard.
The Qing Kingdom had already been immensely powerful, and now it had gained Fan Xian, a newly advanced Grandmaster. This was exceedingly unfavorable for Northern Qi.
"Lord Shen, what should we do now?"
His deputy, Wei Hua, could not help asking after witnessing the terrifying combat power Fan Xian had unleashed.
He was somewhat unable to make up his mind.
Fan Xian's realm, along with the drastic changes in Dongyi City, left Wei Hua struggling to process everything for the moment.
How could such enormous upheavals have erupted in so short a time?
Moreover, the Lord of Dongyi City, Four Gu Sword—the Grandmaster—had yet to show himself and was nowhere to be found. This added another layer of gloom to the already cloud-shrouded Dongyi City.
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