An expert!
Though they had only exchanged one glance, he knew the young man in purple robes was the strongest person he had ever seen!
For those eyes seemed to hold endless flames and blood-red saber energy powerful enough to tear the heavens apart!
Flames to burn the body, saber energy to slay the soul!
A current shot from the base of his spine to his scalp and burst there. His breathing quickened.
"Brother Wu, what's wrong?"
The refined middle-aged man beside him noticed something was amiss and hurriedly asked after him.
Brother Wu was the captain of the guards he had paid a hefty sum to hire—a fifth-rank martial artist!
If anything happened to him, the rest of this trade journey would be far from easy. The martial world was in constant turmoil these days, with violent bandits everywhere. Without capable guards, no merchant dared travel across counties and prefectures. Otherwise, he might be robbed and killed along the road on any given day.
But even after he called twice, Brother Wu stood frozen and gave no response. Only when the man tentatively patted his shoulder did he snap awake, his forehead drenched in sweat.
"Brother Wu, what happened just now? You looked possessed." Seeing him come around, the refined middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.
Brother Wu panted hard. Not daring to look directly at the young man in purple robes on the riverbank again, he whispered fearfully, "There's a powerful man over there. Very powerful! Stronger than a third-rank grandmaster I once met! Don't stare at him. You might displease him."
The refined middle-aged man jolted. Stronger than a third-rank grandmaster?!
Second rank?
Or even first rank?
Taking the warning to heart, he stole a narrow-eyed glance at the riverbank. He saw a young man on