Atop the city wall.
Master and disciple met once more.
The Champion Marquis had led his army away, quietly departing to attack Celestial Water City without disturbing the pair.
Zhao Xuanwu was as sloppy and unkempt as ever, yet no one present dared to underestimate the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat.
He was, after all, the First Slash of Great Yan.
A century ago, he was already number one on the Mountain and River List.
In terms of both generation and seniority, Zhao Xuanwu's status was exceedingly high.
Zhao Xuanwu gazed at the Lu Mingyuan before him, his eyes filled with gratification.
"You've really made something of yourself, kid. You're an Eleventh Realm Martial Artist now. I knew that once you got out of the Cold Palace, you'd outshine the entire world."
While slowly mending his Flesh Body, Lu Mingyuan asked with a faint smile:
"Master, what are you doing here?"
