Hearing the notification in his ears, Jiang Chen was thoroughly satisfied.
He looked toward the other familiar faces.
There was an ordinary-looking young man whose only unusual feature was his left hand, delicate, fair, and incomparably beautiful.
He was the young man Jiang Chen had encountered at the Ghost Refining Sect, and the hand attached to him was the Yin God's left hand, on which Jiang Chen had left five fingers.
"Heh, there's a sneaky bastard here."
The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth lifted, his expression rather meaningful.
He was certain that this left hand of the Yin God was absolutely no weaker than a Supreme Powerhouse, yet it was mingling among a group of Kings, occasionally sizing up those powerhouses with indistinct faces. Clearly, it had grand ambitions.
There was also an Eight-Step King who gave him a sense of familiarity, though he did not know the man.
After looking him over, Jiang Chen roughly understood why he seemed familiar.
One of the powers within him resembled Xu Lai's back then and should have come from Xu Fu's lineage, while another power was-the Death Curse.
"The master of the Hospital Ward ran out to sea to join up with that old fossil Xu Fu?"
"That makes sense. They both research medicine and chemistry, so they should have plenty to talk about. Actually, I'm a doctor too. If the three of us were on one ship, wouldn't we end up talking all night?"
Jiang Chen imagined the scene of three kindred spirits meeting with some anticipation.
Then his gaze shifted again, and he saw that there were actually quite a few Reincarnators among the Kings, including several genuine acquaintances.
Tang Yi, Zhou Tai, and the witch Fei Yaoyu.
All three now had profound auras and had actually reached the seventh-