In the center of a huge hall, Yang Wei stood before Mu Zhihao.
Mu Zhihao was seated in a fancy chair, with Mu Zhong standing behind him.
Yang Wei only recently figured out where he actually was – this was the Mu clan settlement, his refuge after getting hit by the lightning of the tribulation clouds.
Thanks to the clan's servants and top-notch healing elixirs, his cultivation base was properly stabilized while he'd been unconscious for the past two months.
Strumming his fingers on his small black beards, Mu Zhihao visually sized up Yang Wei—it was the first time he was seeing him up close. "Impressive, Yang Wei. In less than two months and with no significant help, you were able to achieve Foundation Establishment. Quite the feat," he congratulated, the admiration in his voice was genuine.
