Hearing this, Du Fan thought for a moment: "The Wang family, one of the eight great families in the city?"
"Yes, if you want to know about the ancient nine-tailed fox, you can ask the Wang family."
Du Fan nodded and said, "I understand." He stood up and said, "Sorry for disturbing you today."
"No, no, I'm really sorry that I couldn't help you, sir." The president said quickly.
Du Fan smiled and said, "I came here with my master. My identity is a secret. I hope the president can keep it a secret to avoid causing too much turmoil."
"Yes, yes, I know this, and I will never reveal any information." He assured quickly.
"In that case, I'll take my leave now." He bowed and then turned to walk out.
"I'll see you off, sir." As he said that, he quickly followed him out and saw him off.
After watching Du Fan leave, the president returned to the hall. When he returned, he saw several elders waiting for him in the hall. He asked, "Sit down! Let's talk about what happened before."
Hearing this, several elders looked at each other, and one of them asked, "President, who is that young man? What is he doing here?"
"He is an old friend of mine. He stopped by to see me while passing by." The president didn't say much. He glanced at a few people and said, "Do you have any opinions on the mercenary assessment?"
Seeing that he didn't say much, they didn't ask any more questions. However, they didn't quite believe what the president said.
On the other side, Fengjiu walked around, bought some things, and then came to the agreed teahouse to sit down, watching the various people on the street.
Looking at one of the stalls, a woman was selling things, and a child about three years old was sitting behind her. The child was holding a ball, which rolled out of her hand and fell onto the street. The child then stood up and chased after the ball.
The woman saw it, called out to the child not to run away, and continued to greet the people who were shopping. At this time, there was panic and chaos on the street ahead.
I saw a ferocious beast with red eyes running out from somewhere and rushing towards this side from the other end of the street. It was an adult wind wolf, running very fast and with injuries on its body.
As it ran, things on the street were crushed and messed up, and some monks were so frightened that they couldn't react and fell to the ground.
Watching the gray wolf running towards him, with several people in black clothes chasing after it, on the street ahead, the child was standing there holding the ball, staring blankly, unaware of the danger approaching.
Just as she stood up and tried to rush out, she saw a monk suddenly pounce on her, hugged the child and rolled over. However, while he avoided the wind wolf while holding the child, he was heavily stepped on by a man in black tights who was running from behind. Amid the chaotic sounds, she faintly heard the monk groan.
Because the wind wolf was extremely fast, the monks in black outfits could not catch up with it. One of them immediately raised his hand to reveal the arrow on his arm, but was stopped by someone next to him.
"There are too many people on the street to shoot!"
"If we don't shoot it, it will run away! It's too fast and we can't catch it! Let's catch it first!" The man said, and regardless of the people around him trying to stop him, he shot out the arrow in his hand with a whoosh.