Tian Fulai's initial disdain for Yang An had given way to grudging respect. Now, however, he felt a genuine sense of danger.
The feeling was so absurd, so unbelievable, that Tian Fulai could hardly process it.
It had been a very long time since he'd felt this way—not since before his Cultivation Level had soared past the Nascent Soul realm.
Not even when facing enemies stronger than himself, or when he had joined forces with two other mansions to slay the Demon Fiends overseas, had those terrifying creatures ever stirred such emotions within him.
Yet now, Yang An was making him feel threatened. It was inconceivable.
This meant that despite already taking Yang An seriously, he had still underestimated the man's true strength.
"I take back my earlier words. You're strong. None of the others here are a match for you. Choosing this path—gaining attention to prove your strength and climb to a higher position—is indeed the most suitable for you.
But!"
