"Ten Dou Shengs. What a grand investment."
A cold shout suddenly thundered across the heavens as a thin figure tore through space and emerged.
He wore plain clothes, but his face glowed with health, and his skin was even better than that of most teenagers.
"Xiao Chen...?" Yun Shan's pupils contracted slightly. Then his mouth twitched violently. He had discovered that Xiao Chen was no longer a Five-Star Dou Saint, but an eight-star—and a Mid-Stage Eight-Star Dou Sheng at that.
This exceeded his expectations. After the battle in the Tagor Desert, Xiao Chen had been gravely wounded and on the verge of death. Recovering should have been as difficult as ascending to heaven, yet not only had he recovered, his strength had soared by three stars in just a few short months. Yun Shan found it rather unbelievable.
In fact, he had tried to calculate Xiao Chen's prospects last night, but his system had been unable to deduce anything. Because of that, he had judged the likelihood of Xiao Chen being dead to be as high as forty percent. The result, however, had defied his expectations.
Xiao Chen's arrival also drew everyone's attention.
Yao Chen and Xiao Yan had naturally met Xiao Chen before, but back then, they had not known that he was the Xiao Clan's ancestor, a Dou Sheng powerhouse. Although Hai Bo Dong had never met him, he had already guessed that this newcomer was the Xiao Clan ancestor Xiao Ding and the others had mentioned.
Su Qian and the others, who had never met Xiao Chen, exchanged glances, their eyes filled with doubt and questions.
"Xiao Yan pays his respects to Ancestor." Seeing Xiao Chen look his way, Xiao Yan hurriedly bowed. Not knowing Xiao Chen's identity before was one thing, but now that he knew,