In the blink of an eye, Shen Xinhe became akin to a small sun, her body shimmering with golden light, the formidable pressure forcing everyone to retreat continuously, creating a vacuum of seven or eight meters around her.
"Second Uncle, what do you think of my skills?"
Shen Xinhe looked sharply at Shen Tianyuan, who lay on the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Shen Tianyuan coughed as he climbed up from the ground.
His gaze toward Shen Xinhe was filled with fear, anger, and confusion.
"You, when did you achieve Qi Transformation Cultivation, you, you are clearly a weak woman, how come after only two months of not seeing you, you've become, become so powerful?"
Shen Xinhe chuckled.
"Then you don't need to know."
"I have no need to report this to you. Now, I ask you, do you still have any objections to me becoming the chairman of Tiansheng Shipping?"
Shen Tianyuan felt a surge of anger inside, completely with grievances, but he could only grit his teeth and say.
