"Oh, now you're being polite with me? Back then, I ate your food and drank your drinks for free, and didn't you say nothing about it?" Zhang Chen shot Bai Ziling a sidelong glance, his eyes brimming with amusement.
"If anyone should be saying thanks, it should be me thanking you."
Bai Ziling fell silent at that. She closed her eyes and leaned against the window to rest. The old green train chugged along at an unhurried pace. After passing through three stations, the train gradually filled with passengers, and Zhang Chen had no choice but to withdraw his spiritual magnetic field. Before long, an old man and a young man took the seats opposite them.
The old man was around fifty, somewhat plump, and looked like someone who had lived a life of comfort and luxury. His skin was fine and fair, untouched by wind and rain.
Beside the old man sat a young man in his thirties. He wore a close-cropped haircut, and the lines of his muscles were smooth and well-defined. His stance was steady and rooted, clearly marking him as no ordinary person.
This is an expert! Zhang Chen looked at the young man and sensed the rhythm of his tendons and bones moving according to some peculiar pattern. One glance was enough to tell that he cultivated some unique martial art.
"At the very least, he's a Transforming Strength martial arts expert. He's only thirty, yet he has reached such heights in this End of Dharma Era. His martial talent must be astounding." A flicker of surprise appeared in Zhang Chen's eyes.
The young man carried two enormous bundles. Together, they weighed over three hundred pounds, yet in his hands they seemed as light as nothing. He looked exceptionally strong.
More importantly, of the two