"Teacher?"
The fierce winds above Banqiao City howled relentlessly.
Yet they could not mask the low and reverent voice of the elderly man.
Behind him.
The Martial Saint gazed at the old man in disbelief, then involuntarily turned his eyes to the man in green robes standing opposite.
His shock carried a trace of bewilderment.
He could hardly believe his ears.
"Teacher?!"
"The Martial Ancestor actually has a teacher... Why have I never heard of this? Why has the Martial Ancestor never mentioned it?"
But looking at the elderly man bowing deeply.
Even if he struggled to believe it, he had no choice but to accept it.
Yet his heart remained overwhelmed with astonishment.
Since the rise of the Martial Ancestor, True Martial Cultivators had always been curious about where he had obtained this unparalleled Dao of True Martial—a path never before traversed and unlikely ever to be replicated.
