The banquet was lively. Almost everyone inside was handsome or beautiful, and it was rare to see anyone who looked aged. Any martial artist who broke through to the Marrow Refining realm before forty, reshaping their foundation and revitalizing their vitality, appeared like someone in their twenties. Those who broke through after forty did not show such obvious changes in appearance.0

Whether a martial artist looked young was also an outward display of their latent potential. Tonight's banquet was a gathering of young prodigy martial artists. Lin Zheyu's disguised middle-aged appearance made him stand out rather conspicuously in Fenyang Pavilion.0

"So this is the martial artist you recently recruited? He does not look like much. If you are short on manpower, just tell me, and I will help you find a few reliable hands." In Fenyang Pavilion, the burly man sitting opposite Li Mengxi sized Lin Zheyu up and spoke with a chuckle. His words were very direct and showed no consideration for...0