Zhang Chen was somewhat curious about this mention of an old acquaintance.
He did not have many old acquaintances, only a scant few.
Zhang Chen stood waiting in the main hall. Before long, a smiling young man entered and cupped his hands toward Zhang Chen from afar. "Brother Zhang, it has been a long time since we last met."
Zhang Chen was taken aback when he saw the visitor. "Chai Chuanxin?"
More precisely, Tu Shan Qing!
But on second thought, even Bai Cang, the Old Ancestor of the Demon Race, had entered the core of the Great Victory Dynasty's court. It was hardly strange for Tu Shan Qing to appear in the royal capital.
The key was the identity of Chai Chuanxin, whose body Tu Shan Qing had possessed. Royal blood flowed through that boy's veins, though it was unclear whether his relation to the royal family was close or distant.
"Please, take a seat." Zhang Chen hurriedly invited Tu Shan Qing to sit. That boy's innate divine ability had helped Zhang Chen tremendously. Otherwise, he would likely have suffered calamity already—how could he have his present carefree freedom?
This boy was his treasure trove.
Once they were seated, Tu Shan Qing took a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Chen. "The reason I came today is that Her Ladyship received some information and ordered me to deliver it to you."
Tu Shan Qing truly never visited a temple without a reason. Zhang Chen's heart stirred slightly. He did not know why Bai Cang had sent him a message, so he took the letter and opened it. Then he froze. "The Great Victory Royal Family actually intends to smash their cooking pot and sink their boats, fighting the Eight Great Families to the death?"
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