'I don't know what kind of evil art he practiced to have gotten this lucky break into the Inner Qi Realm, but his foundation is a complete mess—scattered and chaotic, faintly reeking of foul blood.'
'His footwork while running was choppy, so his martial skills must be terrible. How could someone like that possibly handle spatial power?'
After a moment of thought, Yu Fei focused his attention on the white gem on the man's head. 'After mulling it over, could his ability actually come from this white talent?'
The curator reached out and took the two jade treasures, his eyes filled with greed and regret.
"Damn it! If I'd had treasures like these when I was young, I would've become a fucking prodigy long ago! All these rich bastards!"
Cheng Jinlong said nothing, but his expression showed he clearly agreed. They didn't understand what made prodigy martial artists special; for the Zhang Family, this treasure was merely the icing on the cake, not a lifeline.
