At the entrance of the meeting hall.
Zhang Han's eyes were fixed on Chu Tianhen, ruthlessly exposing him without any mercy, his attitude extremely aggressive.
Not holding Chu Tianhen into any regard.
He was very clear that, based on his eldest senior brother's combat strength, it was very likely that he could defeat the man before him now.
Even if he couldn't, adding himself to the fight would definitely suffice.
Thus, there was no need to consider Chu Tianhen's status at all.
"There's no such thing."
Chu Tianhen tried to laugh it off, utterly refusing to admit it.
"So you came just to offer congratulations?"
Zhang Han asked, his face expressionless.
"Yes, Young Friend Zhang, you have become the master of a Holy Land, so Poor Dao must come to offer congratulations," Chu Tianhen nodded generously.
"Now that you've offered your congratulations, you can leave?"
Zhang Han spoke directly.
"Can, of course, I can, then Poor Dao will take his leave now."
