"Good lad."
Outside of Jiangzhou City, on top of the mountain, Wu Er slapped his thigh, his white beard all perked up. He grabbed a jug of liquor from beside him, guzzling several mouthfuls.
"He genuinely has a bit of my elegance when I was testing my sword skills against the world."
He completely forgot that he was swearing at this boy moments before.
To be honest, at first impression, he could only say that Gu Yang was just average.
He himself was an unparalleled genius, all kinds of prodigies, in his eyes, were nothing. Not to mention that at that time, Gu Yang was not even at the First Rank.
Not until Ling Ling successfully broke through the Third Rank, attained the Extreme Yang True Gang. Only after Wu Er heard of Gu Yang's glorious achievements over the past three months did he slightly change his view.
Even so, it only explained that this boy had extraordinary encounters and extraordinary talent.
