"Such a genius, Tianyuan Daoist Sect has three of them in this generation!" Fu Chaosheng spoke with words like gold and iron, his eyes sharp, "Moreover, in my view, Huang Independent Cultivator's abilities are certainly not inferior to any Holy Land prodigy, don't underestimate him."
Fu Qinglan opened her mouth slightly, not understanding why her grandfather had such confidence in that man.
Seeing her still half-believing, half-doubting, Fu Chaosheng's anger dissipated.
He had protected her too well.
If she were like that boy Liuyuan, honing her skills in the North Sea for decades, she would know the true depth of people and seas cannot be measured by appearance.
Sighing, Fu Chaosheng tossed a jade slip.
"The letter previously couldn't detail, now you take a look!"
"What is this?"
"It records Luo Chen's various battle achievements, after reading it, you should understand why grandfather is adamant that he is the right choice."
