How could one freely switch between a cooking blade and a killing blade?
Mo Qi figured he should first understand what exactly a "killing blade" was.
With this in mind, Mo Qi wasted no more time and set off for the Martial Hall.
"Greetings, Honorary Grand Elder."
When the man in charge of the Martial Hall saw it was Mo Qi, his attitude was the picture of reverence, his smile the definition of sycophantic.
Mo Qi froze for a moment before it dawned on him: they were addressing him as the Honorary Grand Elder.
"Apologies for the trouble, Elder. I'd like to enter the Martial Hall," Mo Qi said, clasping his fist in a salute.
"Not at all, not at all! You honor me too much!" The man waved his hands frantically, looking flustered. "Please, go right in."
It was well past the Martial Hall's operating hours, but who was Mo Qi?
He was someone to whom even the three great ancestors had to show deference!
Forget the Martial Hall—Mo Qi could enter even a Secret Realm whenever he pleased.
