"Haven't seen you both for a while, and your courage seems to have shrunk?"
Bai Xiaofan didn't answer their questions; instead, he smiled faintly and asked them back.
Hearing Bai Xiaofan's words, both White Tiger and Zhan Xing were stunned!
Then they exchanged a look and sighed silently.
Yes, in the time Bai Xiaofan was away, their courage had indeed diminished.
In the past, when they were with Bai Xiaofan, they didn't care who their opponent was or how many fierce people there were; they'd roll up their sleeves and charge ahead.
"Don't overthink it, it's just a hundred or so people!"
Bai Xiaofan lightly patted their shoulders and then, holding Xiong Yourong's small hand, took the lead to walk forward.
White Tiger and Zhan Xing snapped back to reality and followed with the others.
"I presume this is Bai Xiaofan from Nanjing City?"
As Bai Xiaofan's group was about twenty meters away, a middle-aged man emerged from the Sima family's crowd—it was Sima Zhan, the third master!
