The Deep Niwan Palace Locks Away the Three Poisons

Ding Sheng looked to the other side.

At the door stood a tower of a man, arms folded, wearing sunglasses.

He was the Tiger Elephant Head Instructor the Spring and Autumn Group had hired at great expense, nicknamed "Fat Tiger."

Without Fat Tiger, Zhao Dalong and Ding Sheng would have died in the Snake Den.

"Brother Tiger, did Wang the Fat die in the end?" Ding Sheng asked.

The man smiled. "No. I was worried about you, so I didn't dare chase him far. Wang the Fat has plenty of tricks up his sleeve. He's no ordinary Snake Catcher. I'm afraid he's from the Prosperous State."

Ding Sheng shuddered. "He won't come back for revenge, will he? Outlaws like that don't care if they live or die."

The man shook his head. "No. He was badly wounded. He's probably hiding in some remote forest or a place like the Walled City, where nobody's in charge. Young master, you should spend less time roaming the martial world. You only reached Black Membrane by guzzling medicine. Your Qi and Blood are too weak, and you haven't even attained Minor Mastery in a basic Combat Method. Otherwise, three Purple Membrane novices wouldn't have beaten you like this."

Deep down, the man looked down on rich young masters like him.

They had no ability, yet they were arrogant. All they had done right was be born into the right family.

Give Ding Sheng's resources to anyone of Average Physique in The Enclave, and they could have reached Worshiping the Second Gate by now.

Yet this useless young master was still at Black Membrane.

Ding Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Part of him even wished A Wen had run into that man.

He didn't know why such an evil thought had come to him.