Wang Ye looked at Shi Qian, who was continuously flattering him, with a slight daze.
Not because Shi Qian was flattering him.
But Wang Ye always had a feeling that Shi Qian seemed very familiar.
As if he'd seen him somewhere before.
Generally speaking, if someone used such exaggerated language to flatter Wang Ye, Wang Ye would probably have felt annoyed long ago.
Hypocritical.
Pretentious!
But when Shi Qian spoke those words to Wang Ye, Wang Ye felt quite pleased.
"Then I'll take my leave first, the Saint Heir is here for a discussion."
After boasting for a while, Shi Qian didn't stay.
Instead, he greeted everyone and then directly left.
Watching Shi Qian leave, Wang Ye felt somewhat thoughtful, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He realized why he felt familiar when looking at Shi Qian.
That sense of familiarity felt like Shi Qian was very similar to his master from hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Shi Heng.
"Shi Qian… Shi Heng…"
