Ming Wan turned into a clay statue.
After remaining stiff for a long while, he asked Whitebrow suspiciously, "Master, you once told me that Grandmaster had a glorious chapter in his past—he comprehended the twenty-fourth level of mental power and finally stepped into the River of Time?"
Whitebrow turned back and saw the glint in Ming Wan's eyes.
He nodded to himself.
My disciple's comprehension is quite good. He saw through the truth in an instant.
Yet after Ming Wan came to a realization, he said indignantly, "Then didn't that brat steal Grandmaster's thunder? And show off right in front of us? I'm breaking off all ties with him!"
Whitebrow let out a long sigh toward the sky and kicked Ming Wan ten meters away.
Then, the 142-year-old elder prostrated himself in the direction Liu Di had vanished, kowtowing without rising.
His heart was filled with both emotion and reverence.
Though the time, place, and even method were completely different.
This master who called himself Di Shi was undeniably genuine.
Sure enough.
Time never lied.
After 'some time,' his elderly master would create a 'new' glory together with his younger self.
At that moment.
The temple cook carried over an enormous basin of cabbage and tofu, stepped over Whitebrow lying on the ground, and stared blankly at the scene. "The food's ready. Where is everyone?"
At that moment.
At the Mohist Weishan Lake Base.
Liu Di had once come and gone freely here, uncovering all of Mo Yu's secrets.
But even Liu Di had not expected that Mo Yu's other secret base was hidden directly beneath Weishan Lake. The tunnels resembled candied hawthorn skewers, linking three underground spaces together.
"Hahaha!"
"Hehehe!"
A youth of eighteen or nineteen, dressed in ancient robes with his hands tucked into his sleeves, laughed lewdly.