"Master, those old geezers at the Martial Arts Department reached the Great Venerable realm over a decade before I did. No one knows how powerful they are now. I'm just a little worried." Yan Qingshan glanced at Jiang Xinghai, his expression complex.
"Old Yan, the older you get, the more you cling to life. It's really true." Jiang Xinghai said, closing his eyes to rest.
Yan Qingshan smiled awkwardly. "Actually, those old geezers might not all be on site. As far as I know, a good number of them are in death-door seclusion, all hoping to break through to the Celestial Destiny Realm."
"If that's the case, why are you still on pins and needles? How did I ever end up with a servant like you?" Jiang Xinghai shot Yan Qingshan a look.
Yan Qingshan didn't dare say another word and kept driving.
「A short while later.」
The two drove to the grand entrance of an ancient-style building.
On a mahogany plaque, the three words "Martial Arts Department" were carved.
