Prince Jing's Reputation

The big bald man raised one hand before his chest and bowed to Wei Luo and the other two.

"My foolish disciple offended you without meaning to. Please forgive him."

Sensing the bald man's powerful aura, Wei Luo's gaze sharpened.

An Intent Realm expert!

"Master, they're only three Force Training Martial Masters! They dared attack us—let them taste the power of the Vajra Skill!"

Even after Wei Luo had sent him flying with a punch, the young bald man shouted with the same arrogant fury.

The big bald man rebuked him at once.

"Zaokong, mind your manners! You'll receive the Mat-Sitting Punishment."

"Yes, Master Wufan."

Those calm words seemed to drain every ounce of strength from Zaokong. The young bald man immediately fell silent, swallowed his anger, and retreated glumly behind Wufan.

Wufan glanced at the three of them and bowed again, then left with the two young bald men.

Watching the three bald heads recede, Wang Yonghu finally let out a breath.

Wufan was an Intent Realm expert. Even if he had given Wang Yonghu a sound beating, Wang Yonghu would have had to swallow it.

After that, Wang Yonghu was nowhere near as boisterous as before. His expression grew much more restrained.

"That big bald guy was pretty reasonable. He didn't attack us."

Wei Luo did not think so.

If Wufan had been reasonable, he should have stopped the young bald man the moment he attacked.

There must have been some other reason Wufan had taken the others and left.

Zaokong was so overbearing. Could the man who had raised a disciple like that be easy to deal with?

Yet Wei Luo could not work out why the big bald man named Wufan had suddenly left.

Surely his wife was not about to give birth?

Unable to figure