"Met Senior Tianpeng."
Jiang Li approached and bowed to the colossal giant.
From his current angle, the giant before him seemed as vast as a mountain range, and from within that body, there murmured a sound reminiscent of river torrents. The robust essence blood draped an invisible mantle of authority over him, occasionally revealing an imposing presence similar to that of the heavens.
However, as soon as Qi Changsheng opened his storage bag and presented the manuscript, all that formidable presence vanished.
"Haha, good."
Tianpeng laughed heartily, and with a gesture of his large hand, the pages of the manuscript flew into his grasp, where they were automatically threaded together by golden strands and bound into a book.
Then, with a simple lift of his hand, the book proportionally enlarged to fit his fan-like palm perfectly.
"Being stuck in this wretched place truly drives one to boredom, thankfully there's something to pass the time."