On the podium, Meng Chuan held the trophy high, with a tag of twenty million in prize money hanging around his neck.
Zhao Yingchun walked over slowly, smoothing out his clothes, leaving Meng Chuan feeling flattered.
What Zhao said next surprised Meng Chuan even more.
After patting Meng Chuan on the shoulder, Zhao Yingchun laughed and said:
"Xiaomeng, I have informed the Great Saint of your achievements. He praised you, saying, 'This child has the makings of a Great Saint!'
"I'm not worthy..."
Meng Chuan hurriedly replied with humility.
"Why not? Martial arts is a path of defying the heavens. If you don't even dare to acknowledge the potential of a Great Saint, how will you break through the seventh shackle in the future?"
Meng Chuan nodded in agreement.
"I will remember Celestial King Zhao's teachings; I must possess the makings of a Great Saint!"
