Wang Biao had been intimidated by Zhang Chen's methods. He was no novice; he was a genuine Prison Warden with real skill in his hands. Otherwise, the position of Prison Warden would never have fallen to him. Splitting steles and cracking rocks was no difficult feat for him, but he had never in his life seen a master like Zhang Chen, who could lightly close his hand and crush bluestone into powder.
He had seen quite a few masters in this world, including many stronger than himself. For instance, masters at the Seeing the Divine, Imperishable realm were exceedingly rare, rare enough to be called a once-in-a-lifetime sight. Yet in a nation with such a vast population, there were still quite a few of them. Even so, those masters who had Seen the Divine could never reach Zhang Chen's level.
Before long, a prison clerk brought over Zhang Chen's file. Wang Biao casually flipped through it, reading it with great care, yet the more he read, the more confused he became. Zhang Chen was clearly the child of an ordinary family and had never even come into contact with martial arts. How could he possess such profound cultivation?
He read Zhang Chen's file word by word. Only after a long while did he close it, grumbling, "This file is fake! Anyone who believes it is an idiot."
He looked toward the labor camp in the distance, at Zhang Chen sitting beneath the shade of a tree. A Prison Warden handed Zhang Chen a cigarette, and Zhang Chen accepted it, Swallowing Clouds and Spitting Mist. Wang Biao grew even more curious about him. "Prepare a fine banquet as well. Tonight, I'll meet him in person."
Sitting beneath the great tree, Zhang Chen considered how to wait for the Golden Age. He