Wang Long looked at Zhang Xiaohu as he entered, slightly taken aback. Indeed, in his impression, Zhang Xiaohu had very little martial arts skill and was only was a direct disciple of Piaomiao Sect that gained the favor of his master. But just now, Zhang Xiaohu's entrance method was clearly the advanced light skill of Piaomiao Sect.
"Could it be... this Zhang Xiaohu has been hiding his real strength?" Wang Long thought to himself, then stood up and clasped his hands, saying: "Gang Master Zhang... "
"Don't dare!" Zhang Xiaohu waved his hand and sneered: "I can't afford to be your gang leader. If you still recognize me as your gang leader, how could you have come to get me in person?"
Wang Long clenched his sword slightly, biting his lip and suppressing his anger, he continued: "Although Gang Master Zhang does not acknowledge me, I am definitely a disciple of the Piaomiao Sect!"
