A refined man descended from the sky, his aura as deep as an abyss, seemingly wrapped in the power of the heavens.
Hovering three feet off the ground, his feet never touching the earth, a folding fan gently waved in his hand. He appeared elegant and friendly, causing Du Yuying and the others to turn pale with shock.
A Great Grandmaster?
Even Xu Yan's face changed, his expression became serious.
"Great Grandmaster? Wait, no, he seems a bit off. Is it because he's too weak? A trash Great Grandmaster?"
The man in the purple clothes possessed an aura much like that of a Great Grandmaster, but Xu Yan, who had crossed swords with other Great Grandmasters, quickly noticed something was amiss.
"This celestial aura from a notable Great Grandmaster is much weaker, though still powerful, it's not invincible. However, defeating him will not be easy."
"Could this be a trash Grandmaster? Is there such a weak Great Grandmaster?"
While Xu Yan seemed serious, he was also confused.