"I feel like you've changed a lot recently."
In the square before the Municipal Center of Arctic City, Jiang Guangyuan looked Chu Fei up and down, deeply moved.
Chu Fei smiled. "Have I changed too quickly, or have you been standing still, Senior?"
Jiang Guangyuan: ...
For some reason, after seeing Chu Fei today, he found that Chu Fei's words had become rather "unpleasant."
Before, Chu Fei spoke neither too loudly nor too softly—just loud enough to hear without being noisy. His tone had been gentle, and he had never been so blunt. In short: he had been pleasant to listen to.
But today, Chu Fei had changed. He no longer cared about the feelings of an old senior like him. He said whatever came to mind, and the harsher it sounded, the more directly he said it. There was no embellishment or tact whatsoever.
What did he mean, standing still!
Yet when Jiang Guangyuan looked at the expert currently being judged in the square, he fell silent and even forced out a faint smile.
There stood an Immortal Cultivator at the late Void Refinement Stage, one foot already in the peak Great Perfection. Yet such an Immortal Cultivator had been bound by Chu Fei with strange iron chains and carried here in one hand.
Although twenty-four hours had already passed, Jiang Guangyuan's impression had only grown deeper. He suspected that for the rest of his life, he would never forget Chu Fei's domineering figure as he carried a captive in one hand and walked up to him.
One captive was the former City Lord, Li Yaofeng. The other was a Void Refinement expert. And from beginning to end, Chu Fei had not even known this expert's name. He had been too lazy to ask!
Only Jiang Guangyuan knew that