"So, you and the Snake Lord are enemies?"
William Cole frowned upon hearing this.
He looked at Esme Garcia with surprise.
He had doubts about the truth of these words in his heart.
First of all, he doubted the old man's identity, whether he was Esme Garcia or not.
Firstly, the old man's Inner Strength was profound as the sea, continuous and unbroken.
It was because of the old man's abundant Internal Power that he was able to withstand the Cold Poison for ten years.
Otherwise, the fragile Internal Power of a regular martial artist could not have persevered for ten years.
It required the Internal Power level of a Grandmaster to endure for so long.
William was mentally prepared for this, he had previously guessed that the old man was a Grandmaster, a fact later confirmed.
The question now, was if this old man was truly Esme Garcia?
Noticing William's indecisive expression, Esme Garcia laughed arrogantly, "Why? You doubt my words?"