Chapter 200

She stared intently at Han Li, occasionally glancing at the middle-aged man beside him—unremarkable in appearance.

The middle-aged man regarded Lei Mu with interest; even as Lei Mu fixed him with a piercing gaze, he merely smiled calmly, undisturbed.

He seemed most cultivated.

"Mr. Ma!"

After hesitating, Han Li whispered, "That young man named Su Han… is he truly worth your personal visit?"

"I still think we should first review the records of this young man named Su Han, identify the Zunda Master behind him, and then let you make the personal visit."

A Zunda Master holds high rank and great power.

He is a pillar of the nation.

For a being of this caliber to visit a youth no older than twenty—and to be refused, yet still return the very next day—this news, if spread, would shake society to its core.

A Zunda Master visiting another Zunda Master is natural.

Being refused a few times is also normal.

But being refused when visiting a youth? That would be a grave loss of face.

The middle-aged man fell silent, his gaze drifting thoughtfully toward Su Han, who had just been led out by Lei Mu from the inner chamber.

His meaning was implied.

"I feel no shame at all! Or rather, I believe I came here today for the right reason."

The middle-aged man slowly rose to his feet.

He strode forward toward Su Han, stopping directly before him.

He completely ignored Lei Mu, who had led Su Han.

His eyes burned as he fixed Su Han with intense scrutiny.

"I am Ma Qianyun!"

He paused, then laughed.

Though unremarkable in appearance, he carried a peculiar aura.

Captivating.

"Of course, you may also call me Grandmaster Dama!"

Grandmaster Dama bowed slightly to Su Han.

"It is an honor to meet you, unknown Zunda Master! Su Han!"

At these words, the entire room fell silent.

Han Li held a cup of water, just about to drink.

But upon hearing this, his body froze; he turned his head and saw Su Han—his face impossibly young, his spine perfectly straight.

He swallowed hard with a gulp.

His hand trembled, and the cup slipped from his grasp, spilling onto the floor.

The cup shattered into pieces.

Seeing this, Lei Mu's expression turned stern at once.

"Sorry! Deeply sorry!"

Han Li shuddered, leapt to his feet, and bowed deeply to Lei Mu. "I'll clean it up! I'll also buy a new tea set to replace it."

At this, Lei Mu's stern expression softened considerably.

Han Li used his martial cultivation base to swiftly snatch up the shattered glass fragments from the floor, tossing them into the nearby trash bin, all the while casting furtive glances at Su Han—his eyes filled with disbelief, fear, and a storm of other emotions.

Previously, Han Li had not understood why Grandmaster Dama, leader of A Li, would treat a youth with such solemn respect.

But now he understood.

That youth—whose file had marked him as a spiritual energy insulator, with no cultivation potential—

was… the peerless hero who, on that day, had struck out without warning, saved the three Zunda Masters of Huaxia, and slain an alien Zunda Master in single combat.