The Grass Over The Grave Are Over A Meter Tall!

"What is going on?"

Cheng Dongfeng was troubled.

As the saying goes, the left eyelid twitches when one is about to lose wealth, and while the right twitches when one was about to suffer. But now, both his eyelids were twitching

"I'm a rank-seven grandmaster now; I can't be flustered for no reason. Still, could someone really be gunning for me?"

Rubbing his temples, Cheng Dongfeng poured himself a cup of water from his Thermos flask and ate a pinch of wolfberries. Then, he could not help sighing when he remembered the Tranquil Heavenly General and the Earth Demon Heavenly General. "How did Jiang He even cultivate?"

"A rank-five advanced turning the tables against grandmasters, and not novice grandmasters at that. How did he manage to do that?"