He took the initiative and extended his hand toward Lin Ye. His palm was long and slender with well-defined knuckles, yet it held astonishing power.
"Zhang Daoxuan."
"Lin Ye."
Lin Ye reached out and shook his hand.
From that simple touch, both men made a rough assessment of the other's strength.
'He's strong.'
Lin Ye found a spot nearby and sat down.
Dongfang Zhen, meanwhile, eagerly sidled up to Zhang Daoxuan, and the two began to converse in low voices. They spoke of people and events within the top genius circles of Ninghai Province—topics completely foreign to Lin Ye.
Lin Ye didn't feel excluded. He could sense that both Dongfang Zhen and Zhang Daoxuan were upright individuals, experts focused purely on the martial way.
They might become rivals, but they could just as easily... become friends.
Lin Ye recalled what Chen Meng had once told him about the four essentials of cultivation.
Wealth, companionship, method, and location.
