"Want to spar?" he asked, turning to Wei Zhenghong.
Wei Zhenghong refused outright. "Not interested. You've already succeeded with your Melting Holy Profession. What's the point of me fighting you? Wait until I succeed with mine."
"Oh? So you didn't come here looking for a fight?" Shen Yi'an sounded a little surprised.
Wei Zhenghong grinned. "Su Chen is here. I'm guessing you haven't heard yet?"
"Su Chen?" Shen Yi'an's eyes flickered. He had heard the news about Su Chen before he began his Melting Holy Profession, and couldn't help but comment.
"He arrived safely. The man's got some serious luck."
'Serious luck?' Wei Zhenghong thought of something, a strange smile playing on his lips. He tapped his knuckles on the table. "By the way, how many times did you cause a reaction from the Ancient King Stele?"
Shen Yi'an frowned, wondering why Wei Zhenghong was asking such an abrupt question.
"Four times," Shen Yi'an replied. This was public knowledge.
