But upon seeing Chen Cheng's bearing and presence with his own eyes—his calm, collected, and dignified manner—Mao Yong realized he was wrong. Terribly wrong.
The young man before him was destined for great things.
In fact, he greatly resembled someone else—a supreme expert who could make the entire Martial Arts Realm of Linji City tremble at the slightest provocation: Zheng Hun!
'This young man is truly worthy of being Zheng Hun's closed-door disciple,' Mao Yong thought to himself. 'If I had discovered someone like him earlier, I'm afraid I too would have felt an appreciation for his talent and recruited him to cultivate under my guidance!'
Mao Yong's smile grew even more affable. "You must be Chen Cheng?" he asked.
Chen Cheng gave a slight nod. "I am."
"Mm, not bad," Mao Yong praised again. He then glanced over at Shen Qingyao, Shen Qingshuang, and Qin Ruiyang, and said coolly,
"So, you three are here as well?"
"Yes," the three of them replied respectfully.
