Unafraid of Chai Guoqiang's sharp gaze, Tang Qing stands his ground.
He jokes casually about the proverb, 'if looks could kill.'
It's something he would know a thing or two about. With his mental telekinesis at its current stage, his abilities have undergone extensive improvement. To be honest, his strength is such that numbers no longer carry meaning.
What more for a 'mere mortal's' gaze?
If he were to truly let loose, he may not be able to guarantee pregnancies just by staring, but the deep-rooted fear ingrained into genes would enough to scare the piss out of anyone.
"Nice to meet you, Uncle Chai," Tang Qing greets politely with a nod of his head.
He recognises Chai Guoqiang's face from frequently seeing him on TV in his former life. Although he is not yet one of the elders, he soon will be. If he recalls correctly, Chai is slated to hold the position in the next term.
On such an occasion, it's best to keep things short.
