'Are rank-seven Ferals that powerful?' wondered Jiang He.
He thoughtfully looked at Duan Tianhe from head to toe. If rank-seven grandmasters were an equal match against rank-seven Ferals, wouldn't he know the gap in power if he sparred against Duan Tianhe?
At the same time, Duan Tianhe scowled. What was the kid planning?
With a long face, he went down to the foot of the mountain before whipping out his phone to ask about the situation at Yuzhen. They talked for ten whole minutes before he hung up and called his higher-ups to make a report.
By the time he hung up, Jiang He was already nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Jiang He?" asked Duan Tianhe with a sinking feeling.
"You looking for him? He went over there," Pudgy Jiang's subordinate—the one with the all-seeing eye—answered loudly.
He was pointing far east, where the Ningdong Mines were just dozens of miles away.
And the Leopard Python lived at the edge of that area.
