682 Primordial Magnate · Deity Reincarnated

A dream?

No!

It definitely wasn't a false dream.

Although everything around him was shrouded in chaos, and everything looked blurry, as if in a dream, Qian Changsheng knew perfectly well that he could feel pain here, along with clear sensations of touch, smell, hearing, and sight.

His thoughts flowed smoothly, and his memories were clear, without the slightest hint of haziness.

At this thought, Qian Changsheng focused his gaze on the silver-haired youth.

Regardless of who the other party was, Qian Changsheng could at least confirm two things for now.

First, the silver-haired youth meant him no harm! That sense of familiarity and the closeness that originated from the depths of his bloodline—even from his soul—was absolutely genuine!

Second, the other party's strength far surpassed his own. If the silver-haired youth wished, he could perhaps crush him to death on the spot with just one finger!

After swiftly realizing his predicament, Qian Changsheng's thoughts raced, and he instantly came up with three plans.

The three plans flashed through his mind in quick succession. He weighed the situation and analyzed the pros and cons before ultimately selecting one to carry out.

Qian Changsheng was, after all, the head of a clan. He had received elite education from a young age. Training in overcoming setbacks and making snap decisions had long been everyday matters to him.

Although the scene before him was incredibly bizarre, practically like a dream, he still made a decision swiftly.

"May I ask who Your Excellency is? I am currently acting as the head of the Qian Family. The moment I saw you, I felt a sense of familiarity and fondness, as though I were looking upon a kindly elder of my clan."

Qian Changsheng had incredibly thick skin. Wearing the face of a middle-aged man, he