"I'm just curious and wanted to ask." Wu Zhaofeng said, "In my mind, the best archer in the world is none other than the god of archery, Zhang Zhongfeng. But considering your age, you can't possibly be him."
Ling Chen grinned, "I wouldn't have guessed you have some insight."
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhaofeng's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Does that mean I'm right, and Zhang Zhongfeng is your master?"
"No. My archery skills were indeed taught by Zhang Zhongfeng, but he is not my master; he is my fourth brother."
"Fourth brother?" Wu Zhaofeng muttered to himself, and whether he thought of something, his face suddenly changed, and he said with surprise, "Could it be... you are one of the Eight Peculiar Men?"
"That's correct." Ling Chen nodded with a smile.
"I see." With that, Wu Zhaofeng took a step forward to stand in front of Ling Chen. Seeing him approach, Ling Chen unconsciously took two steps back, adopting a defensive posture, his gaze wary of the other.
