Just as they were talking, a young man hurried over from the distance. His toes lightly tapped the branches of the trees, drawing propulsion as though he were stepping on solid ground. Chen Fan was slightly stunned when he saw it. Wasn't this the so-called lightness skill?
He arrived quickly, moving at a speed nearly comparable to a car racing down the highway.
"Whoosh...!" The newcomer was a handsome youth. He traced an arc through the air and landed steadily not far in front of them, his movements exceptionally graceful.
The man glanced at Chen Fan, then cupped his fists respectfully and said, "I am Lu Yinghua. By my master's command, I have come to guide you. Please follow me." His manner was neither servile nor overbearing, and his etiquette was impeccable. It was obvious at a glance that he came from a distinguished school. Chen Fan did not know what to say; he truly was not used to this sort of thing.
Chen Fan said flatly, "I'll trouble you, then, 190." Chen Fan had no idea where that phrase had suddenly come from. Perhaps he had watched too many period dramas in the past, and even after all these years, the impression remained. His expression was calm, as though he were a peerless master—supreme in martial arts without being arrogant, yet carrying the bearing of one above all others. In an instant, his aura rose by several levels.
Lu Yinghua's own bearing was suppressed by Chen Fan's. He said, "I wouldn't dare. This way, please!" With that, he gestured with his hand and began leading the way. Lu Yinghua had reason to be proud. Even among God Slayers, few possessed martial arts superior to his. Chen Fan had suddenly become a God Slayer, so others naturally assumed he was