The man in white, who once proudly claimed to be the top grandmaster in the world, was horizontally barred. The scenery on the Jiangnan Road was torn to shreds by the vigorous Qi that escaped. Wang Anfeng, not wanting to draw attention, apologized in his heart and hurriedly left with the old man and Dongfang Ximing.
His Qinggong was decent, and although the old man had fallen in realm, he still had the level of a Fourth Rank. Before the commotion here attracted all sorts of busybodies from the Jianghu and the Imperial Court, they had already moved to another city, resting in an inn for a day.
Reuniting after a long time, Wang Anfeng took a pot of wine and talked all night with the old man.
He spoke of his recent experiences, how he entered the Western Regions from the border pass, and how he traversed the Northern Frontier.
He spoke of how he killed the Xiongnu King before entering the Golden Tent Royal City, scaring the Prince to the core.
