At the very word "however," Shu Yongxiao stopped. She looked Long Haochen up and down, the light in her blood-red eyes shifting as though she were pondering something.
"However what? Please instruct me, Senior," Long Haochen hurriedly said.
Shu Yongxiao said, "Over these years, in order to survive a little longer, apart from receiving news from your Knight Temple once every few decades, we have almost completely lost contact with the outside world. This descent from the mountain may well be our swan song. Yet over these thousands of years, aside from sleeping, every one of us has gained some insight and developed a few unique skills. We hope the Federation can select a group of outstanding young people to inherit our abilities. They need not take us as their masters. But their comprehension must be high, and their character must be sound. I do not care about the others, but at the very least, you must find me one who is no worse than you."
"This..." Long Haochen pondered for a moment, looking somewhat troubled. "It is a tremendous blessing for the Alliance that all of you ancestors are willing to pass down your ultimate arts. I support it with both hands. It is only that finding someone like me may be somewhat difficult."
Long Haochen truly was not being arrogant. In terms of talent, who in the Holy Temple Federation could compare to him? His Innate Internal Spiritual Power was as high as one hundred and twenty; he possessed the Light God Physique.
Xiao Huo chuckled. "Child, you have been had. Yongxiao has clearly already set her sights on that little girlfriend you mentioned earlier. She hurried to say it because she was afraid someone else would snatch her away. She was the first-generation Hall Master of the