At this moment, Wang Ba's thoughts were spinning rapidly.
He led a simple life within the Sect, and few people knew his real name.
Deacon Li, Old Hou, Niu Yong, Old Sun.
Even Shopkeeper Lu always called him Brother Wang, and did not know his real name.
Or perhaps he knew, but simply did not say it.
Regardless, South Lake Market was quite a distance from Wang Ba's Ding 87 Villa, yet a stranger had just called out his name.
Wang Ba did not dare to contemplate what this could mean.
Subconsciously, he felt an urge to reach into his sleeve and unleash his Tendon-Cutting Silkworm Version 2.0.
He did not know if it would work, but it was one of the few methods he had that could possibly cause harm.
However, when the Spirit Insect slid to his wrist, he restrained himself.
Firstly, it was unwise to take rash action without knowing the full situation.
Secondly, the man behind him spoke again.
And his words caused an upheaval in Wang Ba's heart!