Meng Chanji laughed with his hands behind his back, his hair as white as a crane but his face youthful. He looked more like a middle-aged man with a loss of Blood Qi.
"Kid, don't misunderstand. I, Meng Chanji, don't like owing others. Since you're collaborating with our Talent Pavilion, naturally I won't shortchange you." Meng Chanji smiled, squinting his eyes to examine Lin Zifeng a few times. Really, this guy is incredibly similar.
Just like the Holy War back then, whether it's the look in his eyes or the aura emanating from his body, Meng Chanji can feel they are like one person.
However, Meng Chanji is confident that the future of this kid in front of him may not necessarily be inferior to the Holy War.
But in terms of current Cultivation and power compared to back then, he is still far too weak.
Holy War Angel at 20 years old was almost invincible among his peers!
