“Huh! Just low-class insects and you dare cause trouble for Young Master Fu-Zheng?”
Huh…?
A majestic and venerable voice rang out, accompanied by the graceful appearance of a middle-aged man in front of Zheng-Fu. Behind him were dozens of highly skilled martial masters, each with energy levels no lower than the intermediate Immortal Soul stage.
“The... the... people from Mo-Qing Chamber of Commerce!!?”
“Mo-Qing Chamber of Commerce!?”
“They really are. But why are they here?”
“It seems that the people at the very front must be important figures of the Chamber of Commerce. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many high-stage martial masters accompanying him.”
The appearance of this middle-aged man piqued everyone’s curiosity, especially the young man from the Lightning Bird Clan, who furrowed his brow and awkwardly stared at the man standing in front.
He recognized this person. Even his father showed respect when encountering him, so how could he dare to be disrespectful?