Jing Yuan gave a dry chuckle and darted a glance at Xianyu across from him.
When he first saw the dossier, he had assumed his predecessors had embellished it to create this supposedly strongest human.
Who could have imagined that the man really existed, that he had never left, and that he would become Jing Yuan's friend, then his Grandmaster?
The whole series of events felt like a dream.
Especially these past three months.
Jing Yuan dared not look at his account.
He was afraid another zero might appear one day.
Anyone else might have been too delighted to sleep.
Jing Yuan was too worried to sleep.
He knew Xianyu's personality and understood that he disliked drawing attention to himself.
And yet? Jing Yuan had been raking in money off a past Xianyu did not want to mention.
At a loss, Jing Yuan had no choice but to ask Dan Feng for help.
After hearing him out, Dan Feng was deeply moved.
General Teng Xiao had high hopes for Jing Yuan and had promoted him to Cloud Knight Lieutenant.
But if Jing Yuan wanted to become a general and achieve financial freedom, he would have to wait at least another two or three hundred years.
Most Vidyadhara underwent molting between the ages of six hundred and seven hundred. Dan Feng had originally thought he would never live to see that day.
This was an unexpected delight, in a way.
Of course, on the surface, Jing Yuan was treating everyone to a meal. In reality, he was making amends.
Jing Yuan had made a fortune thanks to Xianyu.
Normally, when someone influential helped a person make a large sum of money, the beneficiary would give a substantial share of the earnings to that benefactor.
Xianyu did not care about such paltry