"Sword Grandmaster, what is the meaning of this?"
Gong Yu's expression was cold, as he paid his respects to the elderly man with a sword salute.
Watching the elder walk away, Xie Shan, who nearly cried out in pain from leaping off the pine tree, widened his eyes in shock, utterly dumbfounded. Could it be that this old fellow, who seemed only capable of bullying him in all of Heavenly Mountain with his poor martial arts, was actually a master?
He had thought this old man was truly going to his death.
The old man's white beard fluttered slightly; although he was still dressed in tattered clothes, he seemed to possess the poise of a master seven or eight tenths of the way.
But his expression had turned as cold as frost and snow as he looked at the military general and said,
"Su Zhengcheng, I remember you made the first merit when you attacked the Jinwu Dynasty."
Su Zhengcheng smiled, "It's not worth mentioning..."
The elder looked at him indifferently and said,
