Vision

Fei Zhuo, a Grandmaster-level expert, was merely an inner disciple, yet before Chen Fan, he was neither servile nor overbearing. There was no fear in him, but his manners were impeccable.

"Junior Brother Fei, hello!"

Chen Fan nodded. He had a favorable impression of him and raised his brows slightly:

He smiled at the man. "I heard Junior Brother has some heaven-sent opportunity to discuss with me..."

Fei Zhuo waved his folding fan, his face flushed red. "Rather than a heaven-sent opportunity, it would be more accurate to call it a heaven-sent business opportunity!"

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and produced a Projection Stone.

"The business opportunity Junior Brother speaks of is this thing?"

Chen Fan chuckled and raised his brows. "You were also the one who paid a high price to have Senior Sister Yu record my battle projection, weren't you?"

Fei Zhuo gave a light cough, looking somewhat embarrassed.

When he had first wanted to find Chen Fan, it had been to cooperate with him. Yet Chen Fan had refused to see him, so he had gone to Yu Jin instead.

In the end, Yu Jin had acted under Chen Fan's instructions, causing his plans to fall through.

He had no choice but to stuff in more money to request an audience with Chen Fan.

Fei Zhuo cleared his throat.

"Since Senior Brother knows what this is, you should understand its value. To be frank, this Projection Stone is a little trinket created by the team I lead!"

"Oh?" Chen Fan's eyes flickered.

Creating projections was not particularly difficult for high-level martial artists. If Chen Fan wished it, he could even manipulate the world's origin energy to create a projection. The formations built into Communication Stones, as well as the auction house and even the Martial