Sang Hong thought about their recent interactions. That Golden Token Eleven was indeed mysterious, so he didn’t force the issue either.

On the contrary, Pei You was still excited about what had just happened, exclaiming, “Sir Eleven really is too cool! There were so many soldiers, but he easily took all of them down! Do we even need to fear Jian Taiding’s army in the future?”

“If only things were that simple.” Sang Hong was clearly more experienced. “A true army would have measures to deal with such soundwave-type skills.” He wasn’t too certain about whether it was a sound attack or a soul attack, however. Back then, he had even felt his own soul tremble.

“Either way, he was really cool. If I ever get the chance, I definitely have to ask him for some tips. If I could learn anything from him, just how great would that be?” Pei You’s eyes were shining. He was already starting to imagine himself knocking out everyone with a single instrument.

Zu An coughed and said, “I don’t think that’s something you can learn.”

“Tsk, my talent is top-notch among my peers…” Pei You gave Zu An a look, but then his confidence immediately...