Lin Bai asked Wang Zhengyang, the Saint Son of Ten Thousand Saints Mountain, and Chu Junyou, the Crown Prince of Chu, what they thought of this person.
Chu Junyou did not answer immediately. Instead, he exchanged a glance with several elders of Chu.
After receiving Chu Junyou's signal, those elders of Chu immediately went to make inquiries and then returned with their answer.
After hearing the reply, Chu Junyou said in a deep voice, "There is still no news from the Zhao Xing Office. As for our opinions on these hidden prodigies from the Overturning Heavens Sect and the Worship Heaven Sect, we can only judge them from the surface."
The Saint Son of Ten Thousand Saints Mountain, Wang Zhengyang, carefully sized up the tall, thin martial artist before speaking softly to Lin Bai:
"I didn't sense anything unusual."
"I only feel that this person is far too tall, far exceeding the average height of martial artists throughout the Devil Realm. He looks almost like a giant."
"But he's too thin. At his height, he should reasonably weigh at least a hundred pounds more."
"As he is now, so tall and so thin, draped in a loose robe, he looks exactly like a bamboo pole hung out to dry clothes."
Hearing the assessments of Chu Junyou and Wang Zhengyang, Lin Bai realized that neither of them had mentioned experiencing any unusual reaction upon seeing the tall, thin man.
In other words, only Lin Bai had felt an uncontrollable killing intent upon seeing him.
But why was that?
Lin Bai could never figure it out.
Still, Lin Bai had managed to glean some information. It seemed that the Zhao Xing Office of Chu had yet to uncover the origins of the tall, thin Feng Chuan, the pockmarked Di Hong, or Wang