"Young Patriarch, it's not good!"
Leng Hao was currently cultivating in closed-seclusion when the black-clothed man suddenly barged in.
The battle to determine the young patriarch was about to come to an end immediately, the black-clothed man observed his speech and countenance, and already quietly changed his term of address.
Sure enough, the moment Leng Hao heard, his mood immediately became much better.
"Mn? What's going on?"
The black-clothed man said, "A few days ago, Leng Xu was still spending his days dispiritedly and indulging in excessive drinking every day. Since yesterday, someone saw him practicing the sword in the courtyard, seemingly very hardworking."
The moment Leng Hao heard, he laughed disdainfully and said, "What is ten days of effort enough to do? No matter how he trains, he's also not my match! You came to interrupt my cultivation for this matter?"
