Zheng Anyu instantly noticed the oddity of the elderly man, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, sir?"
The elder continued to munch on the roast chicken in hand, mumbling something under his breath, "Fifth Grade."
Fifth Grade?
Overwhelmed by surprise, Zheng Anyu followed the elderly man's gaze and saw a young man who seemed entirely unremarkable stepping down from a coach carriage in front of them. Could he really have a Fifth Grade Cultivation Level?
The man looked to be in his early twenties.
At this age, with such a cultivation level, he would certainly be a core disciple of some noble house or sect.
Even within Zheng's family, there was no one of his generation who stood out as much.
The presence of such a person in Xiang County was no small matter.
Why hadn't he received any news in advance?
Zheng Anyu closely observed the man and found no clue about his origins, neither in the carriage he arrived in nor the clothes he wore.
