He was a young man, looking about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, handsome, walking with the bearing of a dragon in stride, appearing composed and of notable cultivation.
This was Leng Qi in everyone's eyes, but in Cheng Xiaoxiao's view, he was still the stern guy with a cold demeanor. Although he seemed more mature and steady now, it couldn't hide the familiar sense of closeness in her heart.
"Two years without seeing you, your strength has reached new heights, truly worth celebrating, Coach Leng!"
Cheng Xiaoxiao teasingly smiled.
"Hardly comparable to even half of City Lord Cheng's achievements."
Previously, everyone thought the Pavilion Master was a prodigy, with his cultivation advancing rapidly at a young age. Unexpectedly, Miss Cheng was no less remarkable; within merely two years, he found it difficult to assess her prowess.
The transformation from a female Rakshasa into a city lord was hard to fathom, truly unbelievable.
