As he watched the youth seated across from him, calmly sipping tea, Zhao Zhenxuan was filled with endless emotion.
When he had been Wang Chen's age, he had broken through to the Marrow Refinement realm. People had regarded him as a prodigy, and he had received his family's focused support. In only three years, he had attained the Houtian Great Realm.
That rate of advancement had been considered astonishingly fast, but compared to Wang Chen, who had reached Innate at sixteen, it was simply trash!
Zhao Zhenxuan knew full well that the trace of Killing Intent he had just felt had come from jealousy.
Someone as outstanding as Wang Chen would attain extraordinary Dao attainment sooner or later.
That was precisely what Zhao Zhenxuan could not accomplish.
Innate experts were still flesh-and-blood beings with the seven emotions and six desires. If he had felt nothing at all, that would have been truly bizarre.
However, Zhao Zhenxuan was no ordinary man. Having attained Innate, he naturally possessed his own bearing and vision.
After pondering for a moment, the City Lord of Red Cliff City set down his teacup and asked, "Little Friend Wang, may I ask whose lineage you come from?"
Though he had temporarily abandoned his murderous thoughts, he would not be able to eat or sleep in peace without learning Wang Chen's true background.
Wang Chen answered openly, "I come from the Wuji Sect."
The Wuji Sect?
Zhao Zhenxuan was momentarily stunned.
He had indeed heard of the Wuji Sect, and even knew that only Shao Hongcheng's branch of its legacy remained.
Who would have thought that the Wuji Sect, on the verge of extinction, would produce such a heaven-blessed genius!
Wang Chen continued, "City Lord Zhao, if you have something to say, just say it plainly!"
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