Strange. It really was strange.
He was a Hunyuan Lord trying to give someone a gift, yet he couldn't get them to accept it.
Yuan glanced at Luo Feng. The young man could just about be considered his heir, since he had mastered the Lie Yuan Technique.
Yuan had spread the Lie Yuan Technique far and wide. Since Luo Feng had learned it that way, calling him an heir was fair enough.
In any world, if someone practiced a senior's Secret Techniques, you could stretch the point and claim a relationship between master and heir.
Of course, if they had stolen the technique or become mortal enemies, calling them an heir would be out of the question.
Yuan knew how difficult the Lie Yuan Technique was to master. As he had said, he hadn't held out much hope himself.
It was a Secret Technique he had created, one that truly reached the level of a Hunyuan Lord.
Yuan thought highly of Luo Feng for mastering it.
If he gave Luo Feng a little help in the future—sent him to a few worlds to gain experience, for instance—his chances of becoming an Origin World Lifeform would be quite good.
He was, one might say, a promising Hunyuan seedling.
Then Yuan looked at Meng Chuan.
Honestly, Meng Chuan was shrouded in a certain mist, and Yuan had noticed a few peculiarities about him.
That was rare indeed.
There were people and things in all of Hunyuan Space that even a Lord could not see through, things still veiled in mist.
But over Yuan's long life, he had encountered only two or three.
One of them was Infinite Hunyuan Space itself.
What Yuan found strangest, though, was the aura of power Meng Chuan gave off.
He could clearly sense two kinds of power