Han Zheng had seen it clear—In Yan Xuankong's eyes, everyone else was nothing but ordinary.
In any case, back then at the Southern Mountain Demon Cleansing Bureau, aside from Yan Xuankong's own outstanding brilliance, he considered all others as nothing but trash.
Actually, on the path of Martial Arts, reaching the Xuan Gang Realm already makes one a master.
Wan Zhongshan, who had attained the Dan Sea Realm and became a Garrison Captain holding his own territory, was truly one in ten thousand.
On their way to the Qianjiang Prefecture's Demon Cleansing government office, after presenting their visiting cards and waiting a moment, an old man with completely white hair and beard, but tall and erect, spirited and robust, dressed in Profound Gold Swallowing Lion Armor, emerged with a big smile on his face.
"Ha ha ha! You must be Han and Su Wuming, right? Elder Xu has told me all about you, truly young elites, the best of the best!
