The hidden battle intent of this Qiankun Immortal Body, Lin Jing could sense it. He smiled at Wang Xiao and could understand; after all, his father had been beaten up by him countless times. It's only natural for a father to pass such an idea to his son.
"Thank you, Uncle Lin!" Wang Che took a deep breath, unable to resist the temptation of immortal energy. However, his gaze remained conflicted.
"Apologies for not suppressing the battle intent."
"But ever since I was a child, I've heard from my father and others about the legends of Elder Lin. I still want to know the gap between myself and Uncle Lin, just how wide it is." Having received the gift, Wang Che dared not act too proud, shifting from wanting to defeat Lin Jing to merely wanting to measure the gap.
