Leng San's face gradually turned back into the face of a young man again, shocking the guiding soldiers to the extreme...
“P… please, Young Master. This way…”
Leng San was brought to the innermost reception house. Just by sweeping his eyes, Leng San could sense that the house was covered with several layers of overlapping character patterns to prevent snooping from outsiders.
At the entrance, Leng San found three familiar experts, Hong Yao, Ke Tian, and Du Yuanpiao. They were the orange-stage elite members of the Beastly Devils Society from the Black Tortoise Continent. The three men immediately opened their eyes wide because, at this time, they could no longer perceive the young man's maximum power.
It had only been a year.
“Young Master…” The three synchronized their hands and bowed.
“How was your journey?” Leng San said with a smile.