Meng Shizhang snorted coldly, unconvinced.
Aside from the relationship he had established with Xu Zhiming, Meng Tian had never brought any tangible benefits to the Lineage.
"Show me the proof."
Meng Tian gave Meng Shizhang a deep look, a smile appearing on his face.
"Look at this."
With a slight movement of Meng Tian's finger, the Intelligent System beside him projected an image onto the wall.
On the screen, groups of high school students at Level Seven stood in neat rows.
"Meng Tian, the contribution you said you made to the Lineage was finding a few low-level martial artists?"
"There are as many high school students of this level as you want."
Meng Shizhang could never stand Meng Tian's expression of having victory in the bag.
Every time he saw that smile, the anger in his heart burrowed out beyond his control.
Because it reminded him of certain unpleasant things.
Whenever that smile appeared on Meng Tian's face, it meant Meng Tian was about to slap him in the face.
He refused to believe Meng Tian could produce anything good.
"Why are you panicking? Keep watching."
Meng Tian did not care about his mockery. After all, the more wildly the other man jumped now, the more swollen his face would be later.
Meng Shizhang watched silently.
Before each child on the screen, someone soon delivered a potion.
The others of the Meng Family were not surprised either.
As a True King level family, they were famous precisely for their family's potions.
People were constantly developing potions, so naturally there were plenty of test subjects.
Could it be that Meng Tian had developed a new potion?
The group watched with bated breath, vague guesses already forming in their hearts.
Not long after all the test subjects drank their potions, changes occurred