"Brat, you really gave me a tremendous surprise!"
Looking at Chen Feng in the distance, Chen Changsheng took a deep breath and slowly let it out, calming himself.
"Thank you, truly, thank you!"
"Without the help of you two, I'm afraid I would never have had the chance to witness a scene like this again."
Chen Changsheng tightly clasped the Wang family ancestor's hand in thanks.
At the same time, Chen Changsheng cast Flying Dust Supreme a sincere look.
Faced with Chen Changsheng's seemingly crazy behavior, everyone was bewildered for a moment.
Yun Ya Zi, who was likewise observing Chen Feng, suddenly slapped the armrest. "Chen Changsheng, I'll trade you an Immortal Pill Formula."
"How about Chen Feng entering my sect as my personal disciple?"
"Pah!"
"You think a mere pill formula is enough to make Chen Feng your personal disciple? Keep dreaming."
"Even if you offered to take him as your closed-door disciple, I still wouldn't agree."
"And with Chen Feng's personality, do you think he'd even spare you a glance?"
Hearing that answer, Yun Ya Zi glared furiously at Flying Dust Supreme and the Wang family ancestor.
For a fleeting instant, the two of them felt an intense killing intent.
After one breath, Yun Ya Zi let out a long sigh. "So be it. In the end, I misjudged him."
"It seems my Pill Domain simply has no such fate. The Imperial Tutor truly lives up to his reputation."
As his words fell, everyone present gradually came to their senses.
Wasn't the Chen Shisan Chen Changsheng spoke of the White-Haired Sword God who had already fallen?
What virtue or ability did Chen Feng possess to make the Imperial Tutor personally admit that he had seen the Sword God's silhouette in him?
If Chen Changsheng was not lying to