Shen Zhong.
One of the core disciples of the Changsheng Sect.
With a tall and burly figure, his bulging muscles are like small hills, standing at over 1.9 meters tall. Even Yang Hu pales in comparison.
Not yet thirty years old, but acts maturely, especially his deep eyes, which seem to carry a flavor of being well-worn by time.
Chen Yang didn't respond to him, turning to look at Chen Changsheng.
How could he not see that this old guy was doing it intentionally?
With his ability, he could easily block the attack, but he chose to turn a blind eye.
"Haha."
Facing Chen Yang's scrutinizing gaze, Chen Changsheng chuckled and said, "You all, the 'fight before knowing each other' principle applies here. Let me introduce you."
"His name is Shen Zhong, an outstanding figure among the younger generation of my Changsheng Sect."
