The roar was thunderous. It came from the base of the mountain. A thick rage and discontent were suppressed within the loud and sonorous voice.
Everyone in the village seemed to have angry expressions at the same time. Grand Elder Wen noticed that there was a strange expression on Wen Leyang’s face. He asked in a low voice, "What, you know that person?"
Wen Leyang smiled bitterly and nodded, "The voice is right, but the sentence, not quite."
Wen Leyang was not the only one who was puzzled. Among the crowd, Xiaoyi, Bushuo Buzuo, Chi Maojiu and Luo Wanggen all had the same expressions as him. They could all recognize the voice’s master, it was the ugly youth who made their acquaintance at the edge of the Gold-Consuming Lair, Qin Zhui.
