A scruffy old man had suddenly transformed into a middle-aged man with the bearing of an immortal sage, a fact that everyone found somewhat difficult to accept.
Ye Tian, holding the Black Glaze Sword, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Senior, who are you, really? I'm sure you must have a reason for disguising yourself like that!"
"Now is not the time to tell you. I'll say what I said before: if you want to know the whole story, come to the back mountain tonight!" The middle-aged man's mouth hadn't moved, but the voice resounded clearly in Ye Tian's ears.
Ye Tian was now certain that this mysterious middle-aged man was an incredibly powerful expert. There had to be a reason he'd given him the Black Glaze Sword. He had a faint suspicion that the sword was related to dragons, which the Dragon-shaped Mark on his palm seemed to confirm.
Just then, the middle-aged man chuckled toward the empty sky. "Have you had your fill of watching? If so, why don't you come on down?"
