At the far end of the battlefield on the branch of a lush ancient tree stood two figures, observing the skirmish before them.
Chen Xiaobei was right – these two were, in fact, Liu Xiyuan and Liu Chunyi.
This grandfather and grandson pair did not show up at the fight because one, they had made a pact with Zhuang Lao Taijun; and two, they were nervous about Chen Xiaobei's mysterious abilities and wit!
As long as they had this fear of Chen Xiaobei, they would not dare to go to the extreme. If not, Qiao'er would have been tortured by them.
"Grandpa, would you say that that kid is a demigod?"
Liu Chunyi narrowed his eyes.
"I don't think so," Liu Xiyuan shook his head and said, "But, that kid managed to take out a huge number of missiles from his sleeve! That was obvious the doing of a demigod… It is truly unbelievable!"
"You still can't tell?" Liu Chunyi sighed.
