"Indeed, just as the rumors said, almost unbelievably arrogant,"
Suddenly, a bald head popped out from the crowd. To be honest, Zhang Menglong almost laughed aloud; those who understood, understood.
However, the aura emanating from this bald man was not to be underestimated—he was a truly proficient magician, far stronger than any magician Zhang Menglong had encountered before.
"Your information might not be entirely accurate," Zhang Menglong chuckled, "I'm not arrogant, I'm reckless!"
"The heritage of Ainos is with you, right?"
"Take a guess?"
"No need to guess, let's capture them first. A little mind probe will reveal all their memories." Another Great Magician chimed in from the side.
A few sentences and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely tense; everyone had their hidden intentions. To them, Zhang Menglong and his companions were three big fishes, from whom even a shred of treasure would be invaluable.
"Kid, need some help?"
