Wen Qiushi's father Wen Zhi.
This man was standing by the roadside, watching him with eyes filled with red spider-web-like veins, and even from dozens of feet away, a murderous aura could be felt.
Powerful families, sects, and gangs, they were all too oppressive.
Their sons could come to bully you, even kill you without issue, but if you dared to fight back, dared not to cower and beg, it would only bring disaster upon yourself!
Martial Saint, so be it then!
Chen Sansi had nothing to fear.
The more openly this guy stood here, the more it showed he didn't dare to make a move, it was merely intimidation.
"Still, I must hasten my cultivation."
Just like back in Po Yang, I need the Refining Internal Realm to be able to dominate.
In Liangzhou, putting aside Sun Xiangzong, one must at least be a Martial Saint.
A long and arduous path!
And before I left, my fourth senior brother Fang Qingyun warned me that someone would be looking for me.
