Two minutes later.
Wu Qiuse arrived at Ding Baisheng's door with Jiang Bielie and Wu Nanfeng.
Looking at the rather unremarkable residence before him, Jiang Bielie was truly speechless.
The man actually lived in a tiny place like Jinhe City, in such an ordinary little house, occupying less than eight hundred square meters, keeping entirely out of sight.
He could not even be mentioned in the same breath as those so-called local tyrants of Jinhe City.
Who the hell could possibly find him?
So powerful, yet so low-key—wasn't that plainly playing the pig to eat the tiger?
That mindset was downright sickening.
Jiang Bielie grumbled inwardly.
Yet at this moment, he did not dare say anything. He had already learned from Wu Qiuse that Ding Baisheng was not the Heavenly Human Supreme he had assumed him to be, but a Dao Seed Realm expert on the same level as Wu Qiuse.
Wu Qiuse had not come to reclaim face either. He had brought Wu Nanfeng here to personally apologize, intending to turn swords into plowshares.
Under such circumstances, if Jiang Bielie dared to recklessly open his mouth, he would be offending two Dao Seed Realm experts.
He would not even know how he died.
Still, Jiang Bielie supported Wu Qiuse's decision. If it had been him, he would have made the same choice.
It was merely a dispute between juniors.
Moreover, the other side had not started it. They had picked a fight themselves, only to be humiliated because their skills fell short. There was nothing to say about that. Not dying was already fortunate enough.
To become enemies with a Dao Seed Realm powerhouse over such trivial nonsense, and then actually come to blows?
Had their brains gone bad?
If they really fought, would not all those people and