Without a doubt, such a person is truly a rare grandmaster of Maoshan, concealing glory in silence, yet displaying marvelous skill known to the world.
This is the true elder hermit.
"Xu the Sixth, back in the day among this group of old brothers, you were the least adept at cultivation, but I didn't expect that after all these years, your skill hasn't slackened a bit. Looks like you've dug up quite a few treasures underground."
Mo Rancun grinned, revealing a row of neat, gleaming white teeth.
Rumble...
As his words fell, from outside the courtyard, atop the heavens came another wave of thunderous noise. Amid the oppressive dark clouds, a monstrous being squirmed, its body thick and long, coiling just like a great dragon.
"Flowing clouds gather and scatter, forming Qiu Long…"
"Is that the [Qiu Long Cloud] from Qi Yun Mountain!?" Yu Hua looked up, grave light surging within his eyes.
