Mu Chen's jaw dropped slightly, but he quickly calmed himself. "Are you saying you can repair my Dantian?"
"Are you kidding? A broken Dantian can't be restored unless you have an Emperor Level expert to help you. Otherwise, no one can do it." The Profound Old Ghost rolled his eyes.
Mu Chen's face darkened. "Where are you going to find an Emperor Level expert on the Extreme Martial Continent these days? Are you just messing with me because you're bored?"
The Profound Old Ghost completely ignored the second half of his question and said in surprise, "What did you say? There are no Emperor Level experts on the Extreme Martial Continent now?"
Mu Chen scoffed, "Obviously. Even a three-year-old knows that Emperor Level experts haven't existed on the Extreme Martial Continent for over ten thousand years." But then, recalling the Profound Old Ghost's surprised reaction, Mu Chen's heart skipped a beat. He asked tentatively, "Could it be... you're an Emperor Level expert?"
