Wan Lantao recovered in less than five seconds.
As a mature, top-tier Big Data Cultivator, he did not need outside help as long as his foundation had not been damaged.
Chu Fei had only called those two "spectators" over to help because he was looking for trouble to amuse himself.
Like spanking a child on a rainy day—he had nothing better to do anyway.
However, Chu Fei had noticed something during the "rescue." For example, what the two had taken out were pills rather than medicine.
It was only a tiny, tiny detail, but that tiny detail alone was enough for Chu Fei to infer a great deal.
Seeing a spot and knowing the whole leopard—that was exactly it.
At last, Chu Fei spoke. "Introduce yourself."
Seeing how guarded Chu Fei was, Wan Lantao stopped fooling around and gave a serious introduction.
"Um... Senior, this junior is Wan Lantao. Wan as in one in ten thousand, Lan as in magnificent waves, and Tao as in raging billows. I'm around three hundred and sixty or seventy years old this year, I suppose. You know, when you've lived too long, you get too lazy to keep track of time."
"I don't know. I'm only 176 this year, and I remember it clearly."
"..." Wan Lantao looked at Chu Fei and fell silent.
Chu Fei still looked young. Though the years had lent him an air of authority, his early fame and string of victories had left him brimming with youthful vigor.
Yet after learning Chu Fei's age, Wan Lantao lowered his head even further. Making an enemy of someone like this meant that if he failed to kill him, he would end up getting himself killed.
The more one had experienced, the more one feared young experts like this. Youth was the