Looking at this old man, Wang Mang could not help but think of that punch that could pierce through heaven and earth.
What left the deepest impression on Wang Mang was the unparalleled fist intent of the old man.
Now that he thought about it, Wang Mang could not help but sigh.
"Let's not talk about it anymore."
With a casual whisper, Wang Mang rushed toward the old man.
Sensing Wang Mang's aura, the old man immediately stopped practicing.
In the next moment, Wang Mang's figure suddenly appeared beside him.
Glancing at Wang Mang, the old man said with interest, "Young Patriarch, what brings you here?"
After all, he had a deep impression of Wang Mang. After all, the other young patriarchs were not as resilient as Wang Mang.
Wang Mang quickly looked around from the corner of his eye, and a look of realization appeared on his face.
Waves of light appeared in Wang Mang's eyes as he looked at the marks on the wooden stakes.
