When Yang Zhen and the lowly cat swaggered into the middle of the crowd, everyone was dumbfounded.
Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei looked at each other, especially Fang Zhongjian. He stared at Yang Zhen with a face of anger, "There are so many of us here. Isn't he afraid?"
Lu Tianwei nodded and said, "It seems like he really isn't scared!
"But why..." Fang Zhongjian was stunned, "On what grounds?"
After a moment of thought, Lu Tianwei slowly answered, "Because when he runs, we can't catch him."
The corner of Fang Zhongjian's mouth twitched; though these words were humiliating, it was indeed a fact. Among the crowd in the Mountain and River Ruins, despite most people's cultivation being higher than Yang Zhen's, none could bring him down.
Yang Zhen could burrow into the ground, and he was extremely fast at it.
Dear Lord!
There was a creeping sensation as if something was quite off about the situation.
