These stats weren't much different from an ordinary person's.
That was Chen Sheng's first reaction upon seeing Zhou Li's stats.
But,
when he saw Zhou Li's skills.
Ancient Eagle Claw Hand?
Eagle Form Body Forging Art? Chen Sheng knew he had found the right person.
"Hello, I'm here to—"
Just as Chen Sheng opened his mouth, preparing to probe the other man's intentions.
Swish! A withered palm flashed before Chen Sheng's face, cutting him off directly.
A knowing look appeared on Zhou Li's face.
"I know."
"You're here for that, right?"
"Come with me."
As he spoke,
Zhou Li turned and walked behind the glass counter, beckoning Chen Sheng over.
"Close the door and get over here."
Huh? What did he mean by "that"? Though Chen Sheng was somewhat puzzled, he still stepped forward.
"It wasn't easy for you to find this place."
"I can give you the thing."
"But after you leave, don't tell anyone."
"The people outside are watching me closely."
He stared at Chen Sheng with a grave expression.
Hearing this,
Chen Sheng's expression tightened.
It seemed
this old man named Zhou Li knew Chen Sheng would come looking for a Body Forging Art.
Could Shen Ziming have sent him? At that thought,
Chen Sheng's breathing unconsciously became more cautious.
"I understand."
He composed his expression and nodded just as seriously.
The atmosphere gradually became somewhat heavy.
As soon as the words fell,
Chen Sheng saw
old Zhou Li pull two slightly faded bamboo sticks and a stainless steel pot from beneath the counter.
Then,
he lifted the lid and inserted the two bamboo sticks into the pot.
He wound up a small amount of maltose.
The bamboo sticks flew up and down.
The maltose gradually turned milky white at a visible rate.
About ten seconds later.