Yang Chen laughed heartily. "Haha, Brother Chai, didn't you say it yourself? We hit it off at first sight. Why be so polite? This is merely a small meeting gift. If you need anything in the future, just ask."
Chai Tao could not help but feel moved. He had lived for so many years, yet because his strength was weak, he had been bullied wherever he went within the sect. Hardly anyone had ever thought highly of him. He had come here only to fight for a breath of dignity, but even Heaven did not help him. Over the years, he had accumulated almost no battle merits, and he had lived even more cautiously, treading on thin ice.
This was the first time since coming to the battlefield that he had received such respect.
His eyes brimmed with tears. It took him quite a while to recover before he said, "Brother Yang, since you have treated me, Chai, so well, there is nothing more for me to say. I would brave boiling water and raging fire for you. Should you have any orders, although I, Chai, have little strength, I will certainly do everything in my power to help."
After that, the two spoke for a long while longer, both enjoying the conversation greatly. During this time, Yang Chen asked many more questions about the battlefield, and Chai Tao eagerly answered them all, helping Yang Chen resolve many of his doubts.
No matter how self-confident Yang Chen was, whenever he entered an unfamiliar environment, he was accustomed to first gaining a clear understanding of his surroundings.
As for the information on the foreign races, Yang Chen waited until Fu Biao had arranged a new residence for him before calming his mind and studying it slowly.
Speaking of which, Fu Biao's