A refined gentleman descended from the sky, his presence deep as an abyss, as if enveloped in heavenly might.
Three feet above the ground, his feet not touching the earth, he gently waved a folding fan in his hand, refined and amiable, causing Du Yuying and the others to turn pale with shock.
Great Grandmaster?
Xu Yan's expression also changed, and he became solemn.
"Great Grandmaster? No, something's off, is it because he's too weak? A trash Great Grandmaster?"
The man in the purple robe had the aura of a Great Grandmaster. However, Xu Yan, who had fought Great Grandmasters before, quickly noticed something was amiss.
"This Great Grandmaster-like heavenly aura is much weaker, still powerful but not invincible. Though defeating him won't be easy,
"Could this be a trash Great Grandmaster? Is there such a weak Great Grandmaster?"
Xu Yan was solemn, but also filled with doubt.
Could there really be such a weak Great Grandmaster?
