Meng Chuan calmed his restless Qi blood, restraining his aura.
"I've been out for quite a while."
Xu Qingfeng reacted faster than Chu Yanlong, turning his head and smiling at the surrounding crowd:
"Didn't I say so? Look at Brother Chuan's aura after coming out, his posture, his handsome face—what's the difference compared to the Lord Erlang of Guanjiangkou?"
"...Both of you, shut up."
Meng Chuan covered his face; he still had some self-awareness.
Without using the flesh flower to change his face, showing his true self, he's just a tiny bit handsome...
More like exquisitely crafted, ingeniously designed, as rugged as a marble sculpture...
Ignoring the banter with the two, Meng Chuan noticed that his seclusion breakthrough had attracted quite a few familiar, unfamiliar faces, and warmth filled his heart.
"Brother Jing, long time no see."
He smiled, walking towards Chen Jing and getting to know the teachers of the Three Limits one by one.
