"No way. Doesn't Senior Brother have the surname Zhu? Is there anyone in Wu Zhou daring to touch him?"
"Eight hundred years ago, nobody dared touch him, but not anymore. A bunch of spineless wimps, falling off so hard."
The old man speaking had messy gray hair, a goat-like beard half-long and half-short, and a gray robe covered in greasy stains—the picture of an otherworldly expert.
Chapter 210