Jing Hongchen's Goal

The crystalline yellow hand and the pale golden light canceled each other out, turning into fine motes of light that drifted down through the air. A figure emerged from the void.

He was not tall, but extremely fat. Golden embroidery adorned his luxurious black robe, and the lakeside breeze from Sea God Island gently stirred its hem, revealing a pair of gleaming dark-brown leather shoes.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he wore what seemed to be a mild smile on his round face. Yet sharp glints flashed in the eyes squeezed into narrow slits by his fat, keen enough to make any Title Douluo instinctively rest a hand on their storage Soul Tool.

The master of Mingde Hall, Jing Hongchen.

Xuan Zi's pupils contracted slightly. He could sense that the newcomer was formidable, but he had not expected it to be this man...

A Rank 93 Title Douluo, the true authority of Mingde Hall at Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy, and the foremost figure in the continent's Soul Tool field.

"It's you? Jing Hongchen." Xuan Zi said coldly.

Jing Hongchen smiled as he cupped his hands. "Elder Xuan, it has been a long time. You are still as vigorous as ever. This junior observed your battle with Sect Master Du from afar just now. Your bearing has not diminished in the slightest."

"You certainly know how to pick your moment." Xuan Zi snorted, his mind rapidly calculating...

Had Jing Hongchen come with the Body Sect and deliberately waited until now to show himself?

Or had he truly just happened to arrive at the same time?

Jing Hongchen was far too shrewd. He saw through Xuan Zi's thoughts at a glance, spread his hands, and smiled without change. "Elder Xuan, please do not misunderstand. I am not with