Yang Zhen naturally did not believe it. His childhood friend, who was even poorer and weaker than him, could actually register to participate in next year's sect named disciple selection.
To know the registration fee, it requires sixty thousand silver coins. As a constable, he couldn't earn sixty thousand silver coins in his lifetime.
He initially thought there was a mistake.
However, he saw the Yuan Shun Escort Agency, and subsequently the names of Duan Rong's deceased parents, and the address of his dilapidated family home.
"It's Duan Rong!"
It's really his childhood friend!
Yang Zhen lingered on the part of the document describing Duan Rong's martial arts realm—Inner Breath Realm Third Level Minor Success Realm!
Yang Zhen looked at these words, feeling chills all over his body.
"Inner Breath Realm, Third Level?"
He raised his face, shocked, and murmured, "Duan Rong, is this still you?"
