Su Chen gazed deeply at Pang Lin, without saying a word.
He had no interest in arguing with Pang Lin; in Su Chen's heart, Pang Lin wasn't even worth as much as an ant. At such an old age, he still lacked the dignity and vision he ought to have. How pitiful.
"Speak up! What's the matter? Can't speak anymore? Can't fill the hole you dug with the boasts you made before?" Seeing Su Chen silent, Pang Lin grew more aggressive, the sneer on his aged face becoming even more pronounced, "Elder Zhu thinks highly of you! He believes you can still recover your strength!"
With that, Pang Lin turned to look at Zhu Songming, "What do you say, Elder Zhu?"
Zhu Songming, too, remained silent, although his expression was not pleasant.
As Su Chen walked out of the Stele Suppressing Tower, there was not a trace of change in his aura, his Dantian also had not returned, and he remained useless. Zhu Songming felt a sigh of regret and helplessness at the bottom of his heart.