"How much do you know about that man from the Dongyang Sect, Brother Deng?"
"Not much. But in my opinion, he doesn't hold a candle to you, Brother Luo. There's no need to worry too much."
"Oh?" Luo Chen blinked and smiled faintly. "You have that much faith in me, Brother Deng?"
Deng Taiyue sighed. "Even setting aside how you subdued a Netherworld Ghost Cultivator before my eyes, the widely discussed battle in the Western Desert Pure Land is enough to give me complete confidence in you."
Luo Chen raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected word of what he had done in the Western Desert to reach the Eastern Wasteland.
Then again, given how much time had passed, it made sense.
His feats in that battle had been remarkable enough to spread to other continents.
Seeing that Luo Chen neither denied nor explained the matter, Deng Taiyue knew the rumors were true, and his admiration grew.
"You fought thirty-six monks of the Hanging Temple alone without losing, then joined forces with the Demoness Qing Shuang to break the Arhat Great Array in an instant. No matter how highly I estimate your abilities, Brother Luo, you still surpass my imagination!"
Luo Chen laughed. "People do love to exaggerate. How would they know I was barely holding on under the assault of those thirty-six eminent monks?"
Deng Taiyue knew he was being modest and did not call him on it. Instead, he asked curiously, "According to the account released by the Heaven Origin Dao Sect, you and the Demoness Qing Shuang once fought for your lives against each other. Why did you join forces to challenge the world when you reached the Western Desert?"
"Grudges, affections, and enmities change in unpredictable ways. Even I couldn't explain it in a few words!" Luo