The atmosphere for mountain climbing within the team became somewhat peculiar.
Many people occasionally looked at Meng Lang with the eyes of a warrior.
Hu Yifei was particularly amazed by Meng Lang.
Master Yan, back in his day, had dominated the Black Society with his fists and kicked his way through Chang An Street; both the underworld and the lawful society respectfully called him "Big Brother."
Probably for the first time in many years, someone had glared back at him, and from his expression just now, he seemed to be stunned...
Luckily, Yan Weiwei was present, and there was serious business today; otherwise, he might have wanted to go up and flex his muscles on the spot.
This brother was truly brave...
Yet, Meng Lang was completely relaxed, admiring the beautiful mountainous scenery along the way as if he hadn't taken the earlier incident to heart at all.
Lin Haitang couldn't help but lean over and ask in a low voice.
"Do you and Elder Yan have some sort of grudge?"
