Lu Chengwen was stunned. "Senior Drunken Elder?"
"Call me Martial Uncle."
"Martial Uncle."
Drunken Elder said, "Well? Divine Sword Villa's armory isn't all that impressive either, is it?"
Lu Chengwen looked around. "A little shabbier than I imagined."
"It's all scrap metal." Drunken Elder carried his wine gourd. "Do you know why Li Dabai took Long Aotian with him?"
"No."
Drunken Elder said, "Long Aotian has a special ability that needs to be awakened. Li Dabai is taking him around, trying to find that possibility."
"Oh..."
Lu Chengwen nodded.
The big Male Protagonist was the big Male Protagonist after all. Damn impressive.
Drunken Elder said, "Your master is something else. He sealed off his own divine sense, took in three disciples, then washed his hands of everything. Hah, he stirred up us old brothers one by one, making us act mad and play the fool in the martial world at our age. He played us like mangy dogs, because he was sure we would never stand by and do nothing."
Lu Chengwen said, "You seniors and Master have been brothers for a lifetime. It's that tacit understanding watered by life itself and that bond as strong as steel that gave the old man such assurance and confidence."
Drunken Elder looked a little pleased. He looked at Lu Chengwen and nodded. "The Tang Sect cannot rise. I won't allow it."
Lu Chengwen suddenly felt a little dazed.
In Sword God Manor, inside a dilapidated room, with some neglected swords, spears, sabers, and halberds piled around...
There stood one of the Five Old Men, a man who had once towered over the martial world and reached the peak of an era with nothing but one type of true qi. And with a casual sentence, he forbade a vast family from rising...
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