Hearing Xia Leisheng's words, Lin Sheng silently thought, Just as I suspected.
My earlier guess was right. The Blood-Bone Heaven-Burning Art really did come from the Iron Fist Gate.
But what shook him even more was that his teacher, Xia Leisheng, had actually lived through the destruction of the Iron Fist Gate. At least several thousand years had passed since its fall.
Then how many years has this teacher I stumbled into already lived!?
Several thousand, or over ten thousand?
Judging by his appearance, his teacher looked middle-aged at most.
Fighters in the Martial Corrosion Realm could already live for a thousand years. Naturally, Wasteland Martial beings had even longer lifespans, reaching a full ten thousand years.
A lifespan of ten thousand years was utterly unimaginable in the Ghost Whale World.
Beyond that, Lin Sheng had also largely understood why the man valued him. Clearly, this Thunderlight Saint Fist wanted to find a successor for an old friend, and Lin Sheng was the candidate he had chosen.
Having gotten his answer, Lin Sheng actually felt much more at ease.
After all, he would never believe that a Wasteland Martial Rank being would value him for no reason whatsoever.
Seemingly seeing through Lin Sheng's thoughts, Xia Leisheng smiled faintly and continued.
"Your talent in the path of flesh is outstanding. Even in the Iron Fist Gate of old, you would have ranked among the very best. Combined with this cultivation art, you could unleash tremendous power even though the flesh rule is not an upper-tier rule. I hope you can restore this cultivation art's glory someday."
"I will redouble my efforts," Lin Sheng answered readily. He could tell that Xia Leisheng's friendship with that old friend from the Iron Fist Gate had been deep. Otherwise, he would not still be thinking