Song Jian stared at the elderly beastman in front of him. It looked about seventy or eighty years old, its face wrinkled, adorned with a kind smile. From him, Song Jian could sense no air of a strong warrior, yet he knew that this elderly beastman might be the most powerful person in the entire circus troupe.
"To manage such a large circus troupe, more than half of which are professionals, some even having grade-one combat power, this old beastman is certainly not as simple as he appears," thought Song Jian.
"My Lord, do you know, our journey has been extremely difficult, with the wilderness teeming with monsters and plagued by bandits. I recall one time when we were passing through the Desolate Mountain Range, we encountered over a dozen bandits, they were vicious,…" The old beastman started prattling on about the troupe's experiences on the road while casually scrutinizing Song Jian.
