Chen Chengbi placed his hands on Li Guanyi's shoulders, his eyes wide with excitement, "You have the Purple Energy, and I don't even have it! Let me tell you, among the Chen Country Royal Family, many rare and powerful Martial Arts require this to be cultivated!"
"I will teach you, learn it quickly!"
"Once you've learned it, come play with me."
The old man was overjoyed.
Li Guanyi was dumbfounded, and he suddenly started to laugh, laughing so freely and comfortably that he ended up sitting on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, nearly crying from laughter.
Chen Country was the vortex of the world.
Jiangzhou was a miniature of this chaotic world.
He had seen many people: Emperor Chen, who was deeply cunning and adept in the ways of power; Elder Xue, full of bravado; Zu Wenyuan, who had outwitted the top ten assassins; the young and arrogant Breaking Army; the calm Mr. Wang. But none were as pure and comforting in companionship.
