"Originally, this village chief intended to visit your Cihang Jingzhai discreetly, but I hadn't expected that you, Fan Qinghui, would still bicker with some juniors in the Martial World."
Jiang Dali stood with his hands behind his back, speaking plainly as he openly admitted his identity.
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding crowd's noise quickly diminished instead.
Eyes filled with respect, excitement, and apprehension fell on his majestic figure.
Jiang Dali clenched his hands into fists behind him, and his whole body shook.
With a snort, the whiskers and wig on his face were shaken off.
His body crackled with the sounds of bones, exiting the state of Bone Shrinking Skill.
In an instant, his stature rose by over three feet, and his clothes were torn apart with a "squeak," revealing solid bronze-colored muscles. Even his face had returned to its rugged, chiseled look, with eyes cold and composed, surveying the Eight Desolates with disdain.
