Hearing that voice, Shen Chongguang froze for a moment, almost thinking the pressure had become too much and given him auditory hallucinations.
Why did that voice sound like Master Huo's?
But what sort of great figure was Master Huo? His body was worth a fortune; a man of his stature did not sit beneath crumbling eaves. Why would he come here?
On the Eastern Ocean side, Kitamura Masao was similarly suspicious. That vast Fist Intent just now had nearly made him think one of the old fellows from the Golden Age had returned to the world. But which of those surviving old fellows did not have matters of their own? How could they possibly show themselves for a regional exchange?
Both sides looked toward where the voice had come from.
There, beneath the slightly glaring sunlight, a figure gradually came into focus. Dressed in a long robe and black cloth shoes, he walked toward them.
"Master Huo... it really is Master Huo! He came personally to hold the fort for us!?"
Shen Chongguang was dazed, unable to react for a moment.
For their tiny Martial Guild to have a Supreme Expert personally stand behind them—this...
What tremendous favor was this!
"All members of the Martial Guild, welcome Master Huo of Jin Gate, who has graced us with his presence and guidance!"
Coming to his senses, Shen Chongguang, as the chief, hurriedly stood and took the lead in applauding his welcome.
Master Huo?
Which Master Huo?
Could it be...
The others froze, then seemed to awaken from a dream and surged to their feet. They did not even bother righting the chairs they knocked over, merely applauding with all their might, the feeling so unreal it was like a dream!
Most of them had not been told beforehand that an expert