"Less than three months? No wonder." The red-haired elderly suddenly understood and sighed, "A genius like that is hard to come by. It's a pity that Snow Dojo got their hands on him first."
"The Master of Silence Gloriette, your Snow Dojo is lucky this time. For the next ranking battle, you won't be so lucky."
The red-haired elderly said, then his figure suddenly dissolved into thin air.
"Humph, with such a genius, it'd still be Snow Dojo who wins the next ranking battle," the Master of Silence Gloriette replied.
After the red-haired elderly left, the Master of Silence Gloriette looked at those golden-dressed deacons, "Wu Cang, you're a man of vision."
"Thank you, master," Wu Cang showed a smile and he felt relief.
The Master of Silence Gloriette said that he would tear his skin off earlier.