"Brain Implantation... A fine name. Worthy of you, Uncle-Master!" Fanx Dexian said, savoring the words.
Zhang Deming's expression twitched. Ignoring such blatant flattery, he looked at Fanx Dexian and said, "I have some interest in this Skill! Once you've finished it, let me know when you're submitting it to the Scripture Pavilion."
Fanx Dexian replied, "There's no need for such trouble. Once I've compiled the Technique, this disciple will personally deliver it to your Cave Mansion, Uncle-Master, for your review and correction."
'This kid really is... a true genius...!'
Just as Zhang Deming was about to speak, he paused. A commotion had erupted outside. He tilted his head and looked up at the sky.
A figure was rapidly approaching, arriving before them in the blink of an eye.
"Senior Brother Fanx, what brings you here?" Zhang Deming asked, bowing to Fanx Qingyong.
