Zhou Yuan stood up and walked out of the room. He wanted to get some fresh air.
Only, the atmosphere in the room still feels awkward and quiet.
The elders of the great magic sect still remembered the great elder's death. They did not dare to find trouble with Zhou Yuan.
"Zhenjie, that man is very strong. He looks the same age as you." An old man said earnestly.
"Well, he is indeed my age, 17 years old." Xie Zhenjie nodded and said.
"What? So that's true? Sheesh, I can't imagine how strong he will be in the future." The old man said solemnly.
"I know that, elder. Fortunately, I have a good relationship with him." Xie Zhenjie said proudly.
"Is that true? You should maintain that good relationship. A man like that is extremely rare, and our family will gain blessings if he becomes our ally." The old man said earnestly.
"I was also thinking the same thing." Xie Zhenjie nodded.
