Zhaang Ye flew to the valley entrance, where he saw a middle-aged man in gray robes standing before a stone monument with an unreadable smile. The man's jet-black hair was tied up with three black short swords, and the skin of his hands and feet emanated a faint glow. His casual stance alone gave off an unfathomable and imposing aura, like a towering mountain that commanded reverence.
Upon seeing Zhaang Ye, a flash of jealousy crossed the gray-robed man's eyes. Zhaang Ye, not yet thirty, already possessed earth-shattering Cultivation and was only a hair's breadth away from the Half-step True Dao realm. He himself was considered a man of outstanding talent, but compared to Zhaang Ye, he was practically nothing.
Zhaang Ye sized up the gray-robed middle-aged man, offered a salute, and said, "You must be the first disciple of our Wei Kingdom True Hall, Senior Brother Tang Zhi?"
