The old man glanced at Yang Fei and said calmly, "You'll have to ask the Martial God yourself when you meet him."
"You just need to know that in this world, there are bonds more intimate than blood, like comrades who rely on each other for life and death, or disciples who carry on the legacy."
"He once said, you are not only his kin but also his Martial Arts heir; only you are qualified to fight alongside him."
A surge of pride welled up in Yang Fei's heart.
The Martial God, a legendary figure who transcends into holiness, regards him so highly, and this esteem and understanding make Yang Fei's blood boil with excitement.
The old man smiled contentedly as he watched Yang Fei's thrilled expression.
"To be honest, the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, the Heavenly Secret Talisman, and the Nine Extremes Technique were all left to you by the Martial God."
