The incident happened abruptly, and the elder's expression slightly changed. He was about to reach out to pull Wang Anfeng back but hesitated momentarily. In his eyes, the youth showed not the slightest fear or terror. His figure extended gracefully mid-air, and his right hand naturally landed on the hilt of the wooden sword behind him.
His expression and demeanor were akin to a hunting tiger.
The old man, who had already extended his right hand, drew it back and placed it on his waist, taking hold of the enormous wine gourd and tilting it back to pour into his mouth. His gaze fell upon Wang Anfeng, and when he noticed a certain spirit emerging, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curled up with a shade of disbelief and indescribable delight, murmuring to himself.
No way...
Another martial artist who has grasped sword intent has just arrived.
What's going on today?