C1778 CHAPTER1778 SPEAK FRANKLY OLD DOG

Not far away, Elder Zhao Tu of the True Martial Sect wore a grim expression. His fists clenched, and his eyes turned cold. Despite his esteemed status as an elder, he found himself being berated by a mere kid—a kid in the Quasi-Sage Stage, no less! If this kid didn’t have a significant identity, Zhao Tu would have retaliated long ago. But he had to hold back. Fu Tian, though insufferable