Just as Shi Hao was participating in the Iron Sword Sect's front courtyard longevity feast, the protagonist of the feast, the Celestial Sword Elder, was hurriedly walking towards a certain place in the Iron Sword Sect's back mountain.
"Sect Leader."
"Hmm."
"Sect Leader."
"Hmm..."
Amidst the greetings of many disciples, the Celestial Sword Elder walked through seven gates in a row, entering a courtyard with a dark face.
Chen Zhixing, who was drinking tea in the courtyard, glanced at him.
"Oh, the old man is quite nimble on his feet, huh."
Nimble on his feet?
The moment the Celestial Sword Elder entered the courtyard, he bent his knees and knelt on the ground, prostrating himself with all five parts of his body touching the earth.
"Elder, you jest. It was the Celestial Sword who was offensive before, I hope the senior can forgive me."
Offensive? Offensive what?
