Infiltration

"Actually..." Seeing the stunned look on her father's face, Huang Rong suddenly felt a strange sensation for some reason. Having successfully drawn both men's attention, she cleared her throat and added softly, "Actually, that person had previously done something that consumed an enormous amount of internal energy. Of his full strength, less than ten percent remained."

Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong looked at each other. After a moment of stunned silence, they shook their heads in unison. "Impossible!"

What kind of joke was this? If someone with only one-tenth of his strength left could endure more than ten moves against the Eastern Heretic without losing, and even outrun the Old Urchin, just how terrifying must his cultivation have been at his peak?

Huang Rong was quite pleased with their reactions. She pursed her lips in a smile. "Believe it or not, that's the truth."

"Rong'er, Rong'er, tell me quickly. Who exactly is he?" Unlike the composed Huang Yaoshi, Zhou Botong had no such patience. He fidgeted restlessly as he pressed her.

"Didn't I tell you? I don't know who he is," Huang Rong hurriedly replied.

"If you don't know who he is, how do you know he has less than ten percent of his strength left?" Though Zhou Botong was ignorant of worldly affairs, he was no fool. He immediately seized upon the key point.

"Uh..." Huang Rong was momentarily speechless. Only after a long while did she come up with an excuse. "He told me himself."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" The Old Urchin rapidly waved his hands. "He must have been bragging."

Huang Yaoshi also furrowed his brow, clearly agreeing with the Old Urchin. With a double meaning, he said, "Rong'er, don't let some smooth-talking playboy fool you."

Huang Rong grew anxious and was about