Upon hearing the words, Cheng Long was filled with shock and disbelief.
If the other party knew Tu Xing was his man, how dare they lay a hand on him!
And since when did the Wind Cloud Commerce Guild have such a master?
"Are you sure the person is from the Wind Cloud Commerce Guild?" Cheng Long couldn't help asking.
Tu Xing hesitated for a moment, then described, "He's only about twelve or thirteen years old."
"Twelve or thirteen!" Not only Cheng Long, but Wang Fan and Liu Shuang were also astonished.
"Yes, he was wearing a light blue robe," Tu Xing recalled. "The elder with him was dressed oddly, like someone from an Ancient Tribe, right, his weapon was a large wooden staff!"
"What?! A large wooden staff!" Cheng Long, Wang Fan, and Liu Shuang all shuddered, exclaiming in unison.
Tu Xing had not expected that the mention of a large wooden staff would provoke such a strong reaction from Cheng Long, Wang Fan, and Liu Shuang.
