"Master."
A steady voice resounded.
Outside the hall, Yan Feng bowed, his expression filled with utmost respect. As hundreds of thousands of years passed, the once innocent child who disliked bloodshed had now grown to stand at the pinnacle of the Martial Path as a Supreme Being. His cultivation had reached the stage of Martial Emperor Perfection, a mere step away from the legendary Ancestral Realm.
His demeanor was calm and restrained, with faint traces of the gentleness of his past visible in his countenance, but what dominated was a resilience forged through trials and tribulations.
For this disciple, Xue Qing had always maintained a protection different from that for others.
