"Lu Mingfei?"
The black-haired, expressionless man with the ramrod-straight posture interrupted Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang's bickering.
Lu Mingfei had not expected someone here to know him.
Neither had Su Xiaoqiang.
The two turned their heads together.
They could not help crying out, "Chu Zihang!?"
Lu Mingfei's mouth fell open. "Senior Chu Zihang, you know me? Wait, you—you're here too?"
"Because of the system as well, I assume." Another voice joined the conversation.
It belonged to a man whose features resembled a Greek sculpture. His blond hair fell to his shoulders, and his ice-blue eyes were as sharp as blades, as though they held no room for the weak.
"Caesar." He raised his wineglass toward the three of them without giving his surname.
"Young people are rarely seen here, because most of them aren't qualified to board this ship. You're all quite impressive."
Caesar assessed the three as though an emperor were appraising gladiators in an arena.
Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched. The sheer force of Caesar's swagger was almost too much to look at.
Chu Zihang, however, remained calm, his expression utterly unchanged. "I didn't come here because of the system. I came to find an answer, and then kill a god."
Chu Zihang's style was even sharper than Caesar's.
For a moment, Lu the Divine felt completely out of place.
He was too embarrassed to say that he had come here to escape the socially mortifying atmosphere at school.
It felt a little like the Huashan Sword Contest: Ouyang Feng had come to become the greatest under heaven, Huang Laoxie had come for the Nine Yin Manual, while he, the old beggar, had only come to mooch food and drinks.
Lu Mingfei was still somewhat proud of himself, seeing himself as Hong Qigong.
But then the real Hong Qigong