"Don't be deceived by Brother Song's seemingly endless hardships; he has lived a second life, raised his state of mind to astounding heights, and even obtained an unknown inheritance. His foundation is now much stronger, and he is expected to become a Dao Child. His future achievements will certainly surpass those of his first life," Yan Zhan transmitted to Yang Ji.
Yang Ji sized him up a few times and agreed that he seemed carefree and extraordinary.
"This one's name is Wu Futu, a descendant of the Ancient Immortal Martial Sect," Yan Luohe glanced toward a person standing beside Song Tiange.
The man had a majestic build, a bronze complexion, and sharp, well-defined facial features as if they were sculpted, with deep, dark eyes that gave him a wild and domineering look.
His angular features were like those chiseled by a knife, and his presence naturally exuded a regal aura that seemed to dominate the world.
"Greetings to Brother Wu," Yang Ji greeted with a bow.
