Ahua's voice wasn't loud but it metaphorically struck Wu Lang and Ma Hao like thunder, heavily crashing into their heads.
A moment of thunderous sound followed, and both men were wide-eyed and tongue-tied, frozen in place.
A student from Four Seas Martial Pavilion?
Moreover, one who was about to become an instructor.
Wu Lang was quick to react. His face darkened as he said, "Ahua, don't spout nonsense. He's just a blind man who can fight a bit. How could he possibly become an instructor at Four Seas Martial Pavilion?"
"I don't know if it's true or false, but you can ask around; his physical fitness is extremely formidable. My 'fragrant' Bewitching Technique had no effect on him at all," Ahua's tone grew increasingly serious.
After hanging up the phone, Wu Lang immediately gave Ma Hao a meaningful look.
Ma Hao, understanding his cue, quickly took out his phone and started making inquiries, asking, "Tianjie, how busy have you been lately?"
