“Oh… Isn't that Wang Chow?” One sound rang in the back.
Wang Chow, including Leng San, turned his gaze to follow the sound, and Wang Chow's face turned pale as if it was bloodless, “Wang Feihu, are you here with the Medical Saint Institute?”
“Of course, it must be me. I didn't expect to run into the people of the same clan here.” Wang Feihu raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes clearly showing a look of disdain.
Leng San noticed the costume that Wang Feihu was wearing. There were only three people in the procession who were dressed like that, so he could guess that the boy was one of the three inner disciples in the procession. And from what Wang Chow had said, he was the other genius of the Wang Clan, the son of the leader who entered the Medical Saint Institute. Leng San could immediately specify that person, seeing the look on Wang Chow's face and the position of Wang Feihu.