Even though their pursuers had circled back for a surprise check, Zou Feng still had no intention of coming out.
He and Tian Yun were both powerful Martial Artists, so soaking in a mud pit for an entire night wasn't a major issue.
At most, the stench was awful, and the sticky feeling all over their bodies was deeply uncomfortable.
But to be on the safe side, this was a hardship they had to endure.
Those four were most likely disciples from Biyou Palace. The one they called Brother Duan, in particular, gave Zou Feng the impression that he was even a cut above Shen Xuan of the Celestial Essence Sword Sect.
'That guy is either at the Peak of Sixth Grade, or... he could even be a Fifth Grade Expert.'
Zou Feng had some understanding of the Sixth Grade, but as for what a Fifth Grade Martial Artist was truly like, or where their true strength lay, he had no idea.
'Of course, that's just a worst-case estimate. Brother Duan isn't necessarily a Fifth Grade.'
