The cultivation level of this Third Young Master was something Zheng Ming couldn't discern at the moment. However, judging by the robust aura exuding from the several followers behind the Third Young Master, these people had at least a Ninth Grade Cultivation.
One of them, an elder with jet-black hands, had a cultivation level that was even more difficult to guess.
But that elder simply stood indifferently behind the Third Young Master, showing no intention of paying any attention to Zheng Ming.
"Are you Zheng Ming?" The Third Young Master arrogantly glanced at Zheng Ming and said with a hint of carelessness, "I don't see what's so special about you!"
As soon as these words came out, Zheng Ming felt an urge to punch him. Ignoring the young man's intentions for coming to his home, he casually said, "That just shows you're blind."
