(Thanks to Nian Tian, Stupid Village Chief, and Yan Yu Jiu for their support, thank you all.)
Zhan Tian bowed towards Elder Jian and the others, his face showing a hint of unwillingness. He hadn't expected that even when exerting two hundred percent of his strength, he would still be crushed by the masked man. This dealt a blow to his mental state.
However, he was more curious about who saved him. The power of the masked man's strike just now was earth-shattering and unparalleled; somehow, it was suddenly forced to stop. Surely, the rescuer must be a peerless expert.
In his mind, the image of a white-robed man standing with hands behind his back, arrogantly overlooking the world, arose. His sword stood above the heavens, such unparalleled elegance.
Suddenly, Zhan Tian turned his head, shaking it left and right like a giraffe, extending his neck and scanning his surroundings, his face full of anticipation.
