A Gentle Breeze Brushes Green Tea, While I Remain Unmoved!

"Hehe, have a seat."

The old man was not tall, but his waistline was quite substantial.

Yet paired with his plump body and smiling face,

he gave off an exceptionally amiable impression, without the slightest air of superiority.

There was not even a trace of elemental fluctuation from his plain robe.

Nor was he equipped with any ornate staff. At first glance, he was nothing more than an ordinary fat old man.

But Long Fan did not dare underestimate the man before him.

Their first meeting had been when he received his rewards during the Demon Hunt Squad selection competition.

The fat old man he had encountered at the Holy Alliance Treasure Pavilion, standing with great grandfather Sheng Yue, had been this very person.

Their second meeting had been at Zhen Nan Pass, the headquarters of the Priest Temple, where they had attended a meeting together.

This was now their third meeting.

The other party was still as round-bellied and benevolent as Maitreya Buddha.

Yet the fierce reputation of Li Zhengzhi, the Wind God, was far from as simple as his appearance suggested.

Although among the older generation, his strength was second only to the Alliance's strongest expert—the Starry Sky Knight Yang Haoyu—

his decisiveness in handling matters far surpassed the latter's.

One should not assume that someone was honest and harmless just because they looked kind.

In truth, among the Alliance's top powerhouses, he was the most ruthless and decisive.

As the current ruler of the Magic Temple, his courage was naturally extraordinary.

Back in his prime, he had once ventured alone deep into Demon Race territory, riding alone for thousands of miles.

He had successively cast forbidden spells in the Demon Race's six major provinces, causing bloodshed across thousands of miles.

He had even directly provoked Moon Demon