"What, are you talking to me?" The youth in the lead seemed a bit shocked. Normally, who would dare to provoke him?
He was around sixteen and looked a bit wild. He was robust and as strong as a bear, and his black hair was extremely thick. He held a large bow and was as strong as a tyrannosaurus.
"It is you!" Shi Hao's expression was ice-cold.
"Those who spoke to me like this are all dead. I haven't heard these words in quite a few years. How rare." The bow-wielding youth laughed, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth. It was a bit scary.
"He should be a talent from the wasteland region, but just how strong is he?" Someone else spoke.
"Be careful, there are some natives that are still quite strong."