"Huh?" Qingyang Zi, standing to the side, felt Yu Zhenzi's intimidating aura and his face slightly changed. He hadn't expected this friendly-looking Taoist, who was always following Pang Hong, to possess such terrifying power.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Deng Zhong, who was still standing beside Pang Hong. This man seemed to be just as formidable.
"I didn't expect the gap between him and me widened over the years." Qingyang Zi had mixed feelings.
When Pei Xuanjing, the talented junior, first entered the Martial Academy of Tiandu, Qingyang Zi simply thought of him as a lucky novice.
But in a short time, he had grown to a level where Qingyang Zi could hardly catch up.
Deng Zhong felt Qingyang Zi's gaze, gave a faint smile, and said nothing.
Then he switched his attention back to Pang Hong, as Yu Zhenzi was unlikely to make a move considering the circumstances.
