"That Jiang Ye...."
An Jing pondered for a moment. Logically speaking, the only ones who could pose a threat to him now were half-step masters or true grandmaster experts.
In the vast Jianghu, where hidden dragons and crouching tigers abound, and skilled individuals emerge in great numbers, even someone like Jiang Sanjia, who knows the art of calculation, became a pawn, imprisoned like a prisoner in a dungeon.
With the guidance of the Earth Book, each time Jiang Ye appeared was accompanied by a black opportunity. If he was not a top expert, then he might also be in connection with top experts.
This was An Jing's concern, so he had not investigated Jiang Ye for fear of startling the snake by hitting the grass.
"And then there was that time at Three Temple Mountain, when I exchanged blows with Li Fuzhou, and a master suspected of being a grandmaster stole that corpse...."
