"You're not planning to recruit that kid, are you?"
"That's why you told him to wait here?"
After parting from Shenwei, Old Jin had figured it out too. Chen Changan had stopped Shenwei from leaving most likely because he wanted to bring him under his command.
"Obviously. He's a powerhouse at the World King God Peak."
"Might as well put him to use."
"You can't ask for a better fighter. An opportunity like this is hard to come by." Chen Changan laughed.
"Your luck really is something else, kid. You stumble into every good thing there is."
"I'm starting to suspect that even if you did nothing at all, good fortune would fall from the sky and smack you right on the head." Old Jin sounded envious.
"Maybe it's because I'm... kind."
Though Old Jin knew Chen Changan could be shameless and downright despicable, he had to admit that every time, Chen Changan managed to raise the bar for shamelessness yet again—and there was still no telling where his limits lay.
"But seriously, Shenwei's a decent kid. He's an honest man, and definitely worth recruiting."
"I just don't know if his father left behind a remnant soul too, like I did."
"Whatever the case, it's a blessing that the Floating Cloud Divine Clan has a survivor at all."
"Take my Golden Winged Feather Clan, for example. We were once..."
Old Jin had started rambling on and on again. Chen Changan simply blocked out his voice, too lazy to listen to him reminisce.
After adapting to the hundred-thousandfold gravity, Chen Changan's speed was no longer suppressed in the slightest. In just a moment, he had reached the top of the Eighth Mountain.
He hadn't encountered any resistance along the way, so Chen Changan had assumed he would make it to the