Old Heretic Huang cast his gaze downward, but beneath his mask, a curious expression surfaced. In the past, advancing to the Grandmaster realm had been an incredibly challenging feat. In fact, it was a rarity for even one in tens of thousands to successfully advance to the Grandmaster realm.
Every Grandmaster was a one-in-a-million talent.
"Father, could it be that you can't defeat them?"
Huang Rong's eyes lit up.
"Old Heretic Huang might not be able to do it, but I stand a chance. Little girl, do you have any tasty snacks? Hurry and get some for me."
Before Huang Rong could speak, a figure jumped in from the window. He looked at the food on the table and seemed to be drooling.
"Hong Qigong?"
When Old Heretic Huang saw Hong Qigong, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"I didn't anticipate finding you here. It appears that I'll encounter many familiar faces this time."
