Chen Beixuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at the myriad lights of the city below.
A meaningful smile played on his lips.
"Show off?"
He spoke softly, as if asking himself, yet also refuting the man beside him.
"Old Li, I don't like the sound of that."
"My Martial Arts University students have talent. Why shouldn't they be allowed to show it off?"
"Or are only the people from your Garrison Army allowed to be ostentatious?"
Li Tiecheng's chest tightened at the retort, his stern face instantly flushing red.
Just as he was about to argue back, Lin Guodong, who was beside them, let out a chuckle, breaking the deadlock.
"Old Chen, you and that sharp tongue of yours… still so unsparing. You're always so protective of your own."
"But speaking of which, that kid really is a talent. A mutated Spiritual Power and an Ancient Cultivation Inheritance to boot. With that kind of luck, he's practically the chosen one."
"Luck?"
