"Your eldest senior uncle, Chen Qiusheng, a Grandmaster, is approaching the Innate Realm."
Hong Tianbao coughed violently and took a sip of the medicinal soup handed by his young apprentice.
"He originally had three apprentices. I killed one, so two are left. One is called Lu Zheng, no need to worry about him."
"The other is called Wang Tianlong; his Spiritual Domain has reached the level of a Grandmaster, only lacking the body like a furnace."
He looked at the frail young man with a complex expression, neither shocked nor startled.
When one faces things far beyond imagination, shock and astonishment seem so powerless, not even leaving room for amazement.
Numbness.
"Drink slowly," Zhang Fusheng advised, kicking a piece of broken wood on the floor.
He said calmly:
"So, my main competitor is this Wang Tianlong?"
"And also your second senior uncle's eldest disciple, Jin Qiuyue."
The fat old man sighed again:
"So-called competition..."
