In Wang Ba's eyes, the square-faced Incense-burning Dao Cultivator who was yelling at him did not feel much stronger than Master Gao from the past.
Of course, Wang Ba dared not underestimate him.
There were countless ways for cultivators to conceal their aura and there were many who pretended to be weak while actually being strong.
Who knew if this square-faced Incense-burning Dao Cultivator, who seemed a little slow, fell into such category?
Of course, he was not referring to Zhao Feng, and certainly not referring to himself.
In any case, he might hold some wicked spells or vicious Magic Tools which could potentially turn the tide unexpectedly.
So, Wang Ba still focused and dealt with him carefully.
However, after a short contact, he immediately sensed that this man was probably not pretending.
He was genuinely a little slow.
