"Oh, what's the matter?"
Hearing this, Yi Qianchi became somewhat interested.
"It's about the Realm, and of course, I wouldn't ask for nothing in return. If Landlord Yi is willing to answer, this tiger skin will serve as my gratitude."
Chen Mo unwrapped the bundle from his back and took out the tiger skin.
"Is Mr. Chen encountering a bottleneck?"
Yi Qianchi didn't even glance at the tiger skin but gleaned some information from Chen Mo's words.
The fact that he could subdue himself with one move indicated his strength surpassed his own.
And now he's asking about the Realm, could it be that he's about to break through to the Eighth Grade Realm?
A seventeen-year-old Eighth-Grade Martial Artist.
Yi Qianchi pondered in his heart.
"You could say that." Chen Mo nodded slightly.
Yi Qianchi sat down.
Chen Mo sat down across from him.
