"Disciple Zhang Yuan, greets Master Wei."
In the Quiet Chamber of the Martial Pavilion, Zhang Yuan respectfully saluted Wei Long.
Then he sat cross-legged opposite this Dharma Transmission Elder.
Wei Long, with his white hair and a face full of wrinkles, appeared on the surface to be an old and withered man, making it hard to imagine that he was a Tier Six expert with profound cultivation.
But Zhang Yuan was very aware of how terrifying the strength concealed within him was!
Wei Long lifted his drooping eyelids, a faint, barely noticeable sharpness flashing in his cloudy, yellowish eyes.
He said in a deep voice, "Do you know why I summoned you here?"
Zhang Yuan pondered briefly and replied, "I have a rough idea."
