With a creak, the doors within the shophouse opened and a gleaming young man in black-framed spectacles walked out. Through the light rays within the house, the old yet thoroughly antiques could be seen. There were porcelain items as well as antiques made of bronze, there was a really wide array of them.
Zhang Guohua pointed to some crushed wooden bits on the floor, "He crushed it, can you do it?"
The teenager shook his head. He might be one of the best daoyuan students of Xijing City, but he definitely couldn't crush the wooden ball to such a state.
Zhang Guohua said softly, "Son, didn't you say there aren't many people stronger than you in Xijing City? Then he should be quite famous. Is it that prodigy with tier A aptitude?"
