Shen Hao had come into contact with quite a few people from the sects—like Nie Yun, Yu Shengjue, and those folks on Chang Baifeng. His impression was that cultivators from the sects, regardless of their cultivation level, always carried a hint of transcendence in their way of handling things, with no trace of street-smart flavor.
But the Master Wushan standing before him now, at least Profound Sea Realm Third Layer, gave Shen Hao the vibe of a booth seller in the market—his words were sharp, down-to-earth, and vivid.
No, there was another word: cunning.
