章 137: The Wisdom King

"You brought a stranger here?!" A man whisper-shouted while standing outside the wooden cottage. "Are you out of your mind?"

"He would have died otherwise." Honorable Zhen said, having his arms crossed. "His soul had been injured."

"Hmph!" The man caressed his head, but he also didn't have a single hair on his smooth, bald head. "Why do you want the outsider to meet with the Wisdom King?"

"Because I think this outsider is very special!" Honorable Zhen clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it against his chest. "He possesses a talent I have never seen before."

"Talent—how much talent are we talking about?" The man asked. "Even if his talent could reach the heavens, he still wouldn't meet with an outsider."

"A talent that allows him to hide his soul scent in one night!"