While pouring tea, he closely observed the two of them.
The two had similar physiques, both slender and resilient like a lone pine on a steep peak.
In short, skinny dogs...
Chen Xuan held the sword on his lap, while Zheng Chengcheng casually had it at his waist.
Monchuan could understand, considering Chen Xuan had a Grade Four Grandmaster True Martial.
It was expensive, and needed to be cherished.
Zheng Chengcheng took a sip of tea and continuously praised it, comparing it to the eighteen-thousand-dollar "Saint Craftsman."
"Long time no see, Brother Meng."
Zheng Chengcheng seemed to have matured a lot; the formerly aloof demeanor of a wealthy family was gone.
It was unclear whether this was due to a calming change in his personality or if two failed experiences taught him to assess situations better.
Monchuan laughed and said:
"Long time no see Brother Zheng, and Brother Chen, thank you for providing me with the talent pool information the other day."
