Mang Tianchi's Shock

Seeing how certain Xiao Ling sounded, Mang Tianchi could not help raising an eyebrow, a trace of interest flashing through his eyes as he slowly said, "Oh? Hearing you put it that way, I'm rather intrigued."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the injuries on his body, which had improved but had yet to fully heal, before adding:

"However, as you can see, my injuries have not yet recovered. I do need to find a safe place to recuperate. If the faction your friend belongs to truly is not far from here, then paying them a visit would not be a bad decision."

At this, understanding flashed through Xiao Ling's eyes. He immediately chuckled, his smile carrying both a hint of mystery and utter confidence. "Hehe, then please come with me first, Headmaster. Once you see it for yourself, you'll naturally understand. I guarantee you'll be shocked."

Hearing his response, Mang Tianchi could not help gently shaking his head, a faint smile appearing on his face. Yet inwardly, he thought dismissively, Shocked? He certainly talks big.

He was a dignified half-saint powerhouse, and moreover a member of the Thunder Clan, one of the Eight Ancient Clans. He had roamed the world for countless years. What rare treasures and strange secrets had he not seen? With such broad experience, what spectacle could he not face calmly? How could he possibly be so easily "shocked"? This brat was most likely just young and impetuous, or putting on an act.

Still, despite thinking so, Mang Tianchi did not refuse too much. For one thing, he truly needed to find somewhere to recover from his injuries as soon as possible. For another, Xiao Ling's goodwill was indeed rare.

After pondering for a moment, he ultimately nodded, accepting Xiao Ling's arrangement. "Very well. I would