"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would still remember this old man?" The white-haired elder chuckled as he stroked his beard.
"Alright, since you are here, don't leave. A visitor is a guest, so just stay here and rest well."
"Interesting." Sang Lan noticed the tension in Yuan Feng beside him. A master who could make a grandmaster of Yuan Feng's caliber nervous was unexpectedly hiding in such a remote and secluded place.
This trip was far from as boring as he had imagined.
"A visitor is a guest—that's what Chen Junchen of your Confucian Sect once told me."
At the mention of Chen Junchen, the smile on the white-haired elder's face immediately faded, his eyes narrowing as an indescribable feeling of oppression spread from him.
Chen Junchen, the greatest master of the Confucian Sect, once narrowly lost to the Imperial Tutor with just one move, representing an era of the past.
It was the last peak of the Confucian Sect, and also its last glory.
