"Isn't it that old ancestor of the Liang Family!"
Bai Xuan gritted his teeth and said.
"Originally, even if we couldn't grab the Cyan Dragon Fruit this time, we could still get a guaranteed two or three hundred thousand points."
"However, that person suddenly appeared out of nowhere, directly changing the situation on the scene, ruining all my plans."
"That alone was bad enough."
"Who could have thought that after he left, he would return to question me personally? The condescending tone he used made me feel more and more infuriated on my way back!"
"What? The Liang Family Ancestor? You mean the Sword Saint of Liang Country?"
Bai Zhenyang was taken aback.
"That old monster who's lived for hundreds of years would actually step in personally for a Cyan Dragon Fruit?"
"Impossible, right?"
"Who else could it be?"
Bai Xuan curled his lips.
"It's really him."
Bai Zhenyang muttered.
