Shentu Hongye was over forty years old, yet he appeared as a young man in his early twenties.
Thus, he absolutely refused to believe that the young scholar behind him, who looked clean and composed, was truly as young as he seemed. The thought of him raising a hand to fish in the East Sea, fearing he was not just an old monster over sixty years old who maintained a youthful appearance through technique, made him feel as if his intentions were thoroughly seen through. His mouth felt dry as he sensed strands of Sword Qi pointing at over three hundred major acupoints around his body, so he had no choice but to say:
"Senior, the junior, only heard rumors, mere snippets..."
"Speak."
Shentu Hongye smiled wryly and said, "Well, Senior..."
