The voice from the darkness instantly reminded "Pan Long" of that honest, slightly wooden figure.
The minor cultivator who raised Spirit Chickens... Supreme Grade Spirit Chickens...
At that moment, even as "Pan Long" reeled inwardly, realization dawned on him.
Only then did he realize.
Elder Huo, the middle-aged female cultivator, and even Pan Long and he himself had all misjudged him.
The truly formidable one was not the woman surnamed Bu, but the man surnamed Wang!
But knock him unconscious?!
Panic stirred in "Pan Long's" heart, and he hurriedly raised his hand. Before he could activate his Law Power, however, he discovered in astonishment that frost was rapidly spreading up his body from the soles of his feet!
In the blink of an eye, both his legs were completely sealed in ice.
Just then, he faintly heard a sharp rush of wind.
He hurriedly looked up, only to see a pointed beak rapidly growing larger before his eyes...
Looking at "Pan Long," now completely encased in ice, the two people who emerged from the darkness slowly came to a stop.
They were none other than Wang Ba and Bu Chan, who had remained hidden in the darkness, observing for a long time.
Bu Chan could not help looking at Wang Ba, her eyes filled with indescribable shock, admiration, and awe.
"Senior brother, you were right! There really was something wrong with this Pan Long!"
She could not help asking, "But even those two cultivators who knew him so well failed to notice. How did you see through him, senior brother?"
Faced with Bu Chan's question, Wang Ba smiled without answering.
How could she know that, thanks to his miserable experiences in the Eastern Saint Sect, he had developed an almost instinctive sensitivity to the slightest unusual rustle of wind