Zhun Cang's eyes widened again. He muttered, "What kind of monster is this kid? His immense strength is one thing, and his precise control of Primordial Power is another, but what is the deal with that bizarre defensive method and those strange silver chains?"
Di Cang frowned as well. Of course he knew what those silver chains represented—Spiritual Treasure Soldiers! How could an ordinary person possibly possess such a weapon? On top of that, the kid's Body Technique, Combat Skills, and even that pair of eerie purple pupils were all things no normal person could have.
"I don't mean to pry into your background, but you have to tell me one thing: are you a disciple from one of *those* families, out getting experience?" Cold sweat beaded on Di Cang's brow. He had to consider the possibility. If Mu Chen was truly a disciple from one of those families, then under no circumstances could he be offended. Taking him as a disciple would be even more out of the question.
