"Your injuries haven't healed yet."
"Mine are just flesh wounds, no big deal. Besides, you have to trust Old Zhou's skills. Right, Little Zhou?"
Zhang Xiaojiang teased. If Zhou Feng was Old Zhou, then Zhou Qian could only be Little Zhou.
Zhou Qian rolled his eyes.
"Wang Meng, setting everything else aside, we all want to see your final battle with Li Tianyi with our own eyes. That's why we'll definitely defeat Immortal Origin Hall. I'll fight too!"
Hu Jing said.
"Boss, don't worry. Nothing can stand in the way of what you want!"
That's right. Their wishes had been fulfilled, and it was Wang Meng who had helped them achieve it. But being brothers wasn't just about receiving. Even if Wang Meng didn't say it, they knew. No matter who stood before them, nothing could stop their advance.
"Let's fuck up Immortal Origin Hall!"
Zhang Xiaojiang leaped onto a chair, waving his chubby arms and roaring.
"AHEM. Show Old Zhou some respect."
