Chapter 258: Tell Me. How Bad Is It?

Isak Lyson let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah. Who would've thought the two of them were the same person?" Terry Yale was not even twenty. No one in their right mind would have guessed he was a Martial Venerable. Gabriella Zerba's chest rose and fell sharply. "No wonder that damn Taoist kept picking fights with me. So his real identity was that brat." Just thinking of Terry made her teeth itch with rage. "I knew it," she muttered under her breath. "That little bastard was never anything good." "Ah...