Dusk was gradually falling...
Chu Fan was silent for a moment, then turned to the short, chubby youth and asked, "The Small Leaders of the three major gangs in Cyan Yang Ancient City—has their Cultivation reached the Bone Marrow Forging Realm?"
The chubby youth's eyes darted around as he lowered his voice. "Most of them have, but not all."
"Take that Zhou Ye from earlier, for example. His uncle is an Incense Master in Cyan Wood Hall. He was made a Small Leader back when he had only just entered the Blood Refining Realm."
"Fatty, you sure know a lot." Chu Fan patted the chubby youth's shoulder, then turned and strode away.
The chubby youth watched him walk out of the Sub-Branch gate, his mouth twitching as he muttered, "Calling me Fatty every other second. Where are your manners!"
'We've been chopping firewood together for over twenty days, and he still doesn't even know my name...'
But Chu Fan was already too far away to hear his words.
