Hua Qianxing
The mysterious old man who had suddenly appeared was beaten senseless, left lying on the ground with a bruised and swollen face. "If I were younger, you'd be the one lying there."
Boom!
Boom!
Jun Changxiao raised his foot and kicked him again.
He put full force into it, showing not the slightest regard for age.
"Ah..."
"I was wrong... I was wrong!"
After being assaulted a second time, the old man's face was covered in lumps, his eyes squeezed into slits. His eerie air had been completely replaced by wretchedness.
Showing up was one thing, but he had insisted on playing tricks before Jun Changxiao. Of course he was going to get beaten.
"Why were you waiting for me?" Flower Rose asked.
"Uh..."
The old man suddenly became serious. "The old master once said that, sooner or later, a descendant of the Ninth Gate would return."
"The old master?"
Flower Rose asked, "Who?"
"The supreme master of the Ninth Gate, Hua Qianxing." As the old man spoke, reverence rose in his eyes.
"..."
Flower Rose fell silent, waves stirring in her heart.
After learning of the Ninth Gate supreme master who had been expelled, she had wondered whether she was related to him. Now, it seemed that suspicion had been confirmed.
"Get to the point."
Jun Changxiao said coldly.
"Please follow me."
The old man led the three of them toward the city, stopping before a gate sealed by a massive boulder. "Place your hand on it. If you possess the old master's bloodline, you will be able to open the city entrance."
Flower Rose walked over.
Jun Changxiao, standing behind her, had fully unleashed his Cultivation. Clearly, he feared some accident might occur and wanted to be ready to protect her at once.
Although he would