A refined-looking man descended from the sky, his aura as deep as an abyss, as though he had brought the might of heaven with him.
Three feet above the ground, he walked without touching down, gently waving the folded fan in his hand. Refined and easygoing, he left Du Yuying and the others utterly aghast.
A Grandmaster?
Xu Yan's expression changed as well, turning solemn.
"A Grandmaster? No, that's not right. He seems to be a little short. Is it because he's too weak? A trash Grandmaster?"
The purple-robed man's aura was just like a Grandmaster's. However, having fought a Grandmaster before, Xu Yan quickly noticed something wrong.
"This Grandmaster-like aura carrying the might of heaven is much weaker. Though it remains powerful, it isn't unbeatable. Still, defeating him won't be easy.
"Could this be a trash Grandmaster? Can a Grandmaster really be this weak?"
Xu Yan was solemn, yet deeply puzzled.
Could there really be such weak Grandmasters?
"Even the weakest Grandmaster has ten times a Martial Artist's strength. This man's strength is probably only five or six times that of a Martial Artist—far from ten times.
"Even using the weakest Grandmaster, Yan Kuan, as a reference, he doesn't possess ten times the strength."
Xu Yan relaxed slightly.
His opponent wasn't unbeatable.
He was merely puzzled as to why this Grandmaster was so useless.
Du Yuying stepped out of the carriage and looked at the purple-robed man. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and only after a long while did she say, "Island Master of Canglan, Yin Hong?"
"That is correct!"
Yin Hong smiled calmly. "Since you know me, Du girl, then obediently come with me."
Yan Kuan emerged from the carriage, his face pale. His injuries had recovered poorly, and in his current state, he could deal with a