A day later, in the town,
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in disbelief as he listened to what Ye Xingchen said.
He swallowed, then picked up the tea beside him and gulped some down.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly ask:
"You're not joking, are you? You beat Grandmaster up? How did you dare?"
Ye Xingchen smiled faintly, his expression calm. He felt a little surprised as he looked at the astonished Zhao Wuji.
He shook his head, then picked up a piece of fruit and began eating it without a care.
His nonchalant manner made Zhao Wuji grind his teeth, leaving him at a loss for what else to ask.
Oscar, however, laughed from beside them. He stepped forward, patted Ye Xingchen on the shoulder, and said admiringly:
"It really took Brother Ye stepping in to get results! If we'd gotten mixed up in this, we wouldn't have been any help at all. I reckon Grandmaster might not be so arrogant now!"
Dai Mubai shook his head in disagreement. According to the rumors he had heard, this Grandmaster was actually no easy person to provoke.
If someone underestimated him because his cultivation rank was too low, they would pay a heavy price.
"Let's wait a little longer. They should be coming back soon. But Brother Ye, just how strong are you? Are you confident you can handle those two?"
"Even though you now have twin martial souls, you're still not a Soul Elder! Once Tang San becomes a Soul Elder, combined with those hidden weapons of his that even gods and ghosts can't fathom, won't he be quite a handful?"
Hearing Dai Mubai say this, Ning Rongrong frowned as well.
With her hands on her hips, she glanced at everyone, particularly Zhao Wuji, and muttered: