Both middle-aged men were sweating profusely.
One of them showed an embarrassed smile and said, "Of course... Of course, we're truly sorry, we didn't expect you to be so young yet possess such formidable strength; we have been short-sighted."
The other one's attitude also made a one hundred and eighty degree turn, "Yes, we were mistaken, please don't take it to heart."
In the Martial Arts Circle, strength is held in the highest regard; only by demonstrating sufficient strength can one earn the respect of others.
Lu Qinghuan stared blankly at Chen Fan, "Even my grandfather could only leave a few centimeters deep handprint on this huge cauldron. Could Chen Fan's strength... surpass that of my grandfather?"
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that not having met this man earlier was the biggest regret of her life.
Chen Fan didn't bother with the two middle-aged men and walked toward the archway.
