"Master... Master?"
Duan Zhao was stunned.
He raised his head, dumbfounded, staring at the gallant young face in front of him.
These two words always seemed so distant to him.
After a long journey from Wangyou Island to Da Sui Sword Palace, his purpose was to become an apprentice... but he didn't want any other mentor, only Xie Xuanyi. His father told him Xie Xuanyi was dead, but he didn't believe it. Perhaps his deep obsession moved the heavens; Duan Zhao truly encountered "Xie Xuanyi" at Da Sui Sword Palace.
At that time, Xie Xuanyi was just Xie Zhen.
But that didn't matter.
In Duan Zhao's eyes, this guy was "Xie Xuanyi."
There was no evidence.
Evidence wasn't needed either.
Since he was from Wangyou Island, he was a Martial Artist by blood. Martial Artists have always acted on intuition, and Duan Zhao felt Xie Zhen was not simple. If he were to acknowledge any master, it would surely be Xie Zhen... even if he was young, even if his realm wasn't very high.
