"Primordial King graces us with his presence, how could there be any thought of greeting others?"
The booming voice rang out clearly, like the blade edge being sharpened by the man, gleaming and interweaving, echoing within the modestly-sized shop.
Wang Xiaoyi's expression changed drastically, his eyes roiling with shock as he fixed his gaze firmly on the man and the old woman.
"Who on earth are you?" Wang Xiaoyi shouted fiercely.
Being able to recognize Zhou Dao at a glance, waiting behind closed doors with such nonchalance, these characters could not simply be vendors selling beef offal.
"The stature of Primordial King is indeed extraordinary as the rumors say, knowing full well that a dragon's lair lies ahead, yet still daring to take the risk with his own body!" At his side, the beautiful woman too smothered a light laugh.
In fact, the moment Zhou Dao stepped onto Lingyang Street, he had sensed that something was off.