Zhang Xiaohua waved his hand leisurely and left.
Everyone in the cabin was stunned.
The people of Xinrong Sect looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Yes, in their eyes, he was just an ordinary boy who ran boats, a mere ant that they could easily crush. However, when they tried to do so, they suddenly realized that they had only seen a little toe and a blurred leg. As for his whole strength, they had not yet seen it clearly.
At this time, Junior Brother Li spoke up and said, "Senior Brother Bai, I think this boy is only about fifteen years old. Even if he's a disciple from a famous sect, he would have started cultivating his inner strength at the age of four or five, and it's been ten years at most. What you said this afternoon was that he must have been taught by a down-and-out martial artist. Even if his words were untrue, he had only practiced inner strength for five or six years. I guess his only skill is flying, and he's definitely not our opponent."
