The burly, middle-aged man watched Ye Wushuang quietly for a moment. An appreciative smile appeared on his face as he spoke two words: "Not bad!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Wushuang turned to look at him. He had noticed this burly, middle-aged man staring at him for some time.
However, he hadn't sensed any ill will or hostility from the man, so he had paid him no mind.
"May I ask, have you comprehended Saber Intent?" the burly, middle-aged man asked curiously after a brief pause.
"I've grasped a small part of it," Ye Wushuang replied lightly, not trying to hide it. After all, for the man to ask such a question, he must have already guessed as much.
"No wonder!" The burly man nodded with a look of understanding.
"May I ask for your esteemed name, Senior?" Ye Wushuang asked with a cupped fist salute.
"No need to call me Senior. My name is Xiong Jiu. I'm a Steward from Fengtian Peak, and I'm here to escort you," the burly man said with a sudden smile.
