"Why haven't I encountered these sorts of things!" Meng Jingzhou regretted, feeling like he missed a golden opportunity.
I despise you, Lu Yang, for robbing me of it, a grudge that cannot be resolved!
"It's all destiny, just accept it." Lu Yang consoled.
"Get lost!" Meng Jingzhou snapped, wondering why all the good things happened to Lu Yang.
Neither Lu Yang nor Meng Jingzhou had any intention of fighting, all of Zhao Po's worries were for nothing.
"Who's this person you brought back?" Meng Jingzhou asked, pointing his lips at Zhao Po.
Fearing that Lu Yang would mock him again, Zhao Po hastily introduced himself: "I am Zhao Po, runner-up in the Corpse Chasing Sect competition, at the early stage of the Golden Core."
Meng Jingzhou was surprised, Zhao Po seemed similar in age and at most just a year older, but such talents could only rank second in Corpse Chasing Sect?
If Zhao Po came to their Seek Dao Sect, he could achieve the sixth place.