"Has that matter been arranged?"
In the private room prepared by the Li Family on the other side, the Young Master Lu mentioned by Ji Sheng's aunt sat by the window, looking down below.
He was called a young master, but with those streamlined muscles all over his body, he looked more like a crude martial man.
Of course, he truly was a martial man—forty-three years old, at the peak of Transformation Strength.
If he could achieve Dan Formation, with a lifespan of one hundred and fifty years, he would indeed still count as young, and could be considered one of the outstanding younger generation of the True Realm.
After all, freaks who reached Transformation Strength in their twenties were freaks to begin with. Only a few emerged in a generation. Normally, experts with hopes of becoming Peak Experts reached Transformation Strength in their thirties or forties, then patiently endured.
"Rest assured, Young Master. Li Ruifeng is a clever man who knows which way the wind blows. He promised us he would arrange it properly. It's just that this kind of unorthodox art demands far too much talent. If Huo Yuanhong can't master it, wouldn't we be giving it away for nothing?"
The woman in an evening gown beside him spoke softly. She had a very beautiful face.
"If he can't master it, that means he isn't a threat at all, so there is no need to care. No matter what, he could never catch up to Father. There's simply no need to make an enemy of him."
Young Master Lu opened his mouth and swallowed the grape brought to his lips. He savored it carefully before swallowing.
"And if he can master it, he may progress faster for a while, but his chance of Seeing God in the future