The courtyard suddenly fell silent.
Seeing the half tea cup Huo Yuanhong had plucked apart with the same technique, not only Master Wang Wu and the others, but even the patriarchs of the Golden Generation at the side could no longer sit still.
Divine Force!
One had to know that even among their generation, who fought with such ferocity, only a handful had mastered Divine Force. Yet here, this young man from the martial world of later generations had already grasped it!
Dong Haichuan's expression, however, remained unchanged. If someone from later generations dared to exchange hands with him, naturally they would have some skill.
Not bad.
"Master Huo has opened schools and taken disciples, spreading the martial way far and wide, strengthening the clan and the race. Such intentions are commendable." Dong Haichuan slowly spoke, his voice calm. "But with the nation in crisis and wolves surrounding us on all sides, no number of ordinary people will help matters. Only Martial Immortals of the present age concern the greater picture. Martial Immortal City is the Celestial Empire's final beacon, gathering Supreme Experts from across the land to protect the seed of Source Blood Martial Immortals and preserve a thread of hope for the future. This is the greater picture. I hope Master Huo will join us in Martial Immortal City, that we may plan great matters together..."
After hearing him out, Huo Yuanhong shook his head slightly. "Martial Immortals are indeed part of the greater picture, but the path of Source Blood is too slow."
Dong Haichuan nodded faintly without saying more, going straight to the point. "Then let's exchange hands."
"Alright." Huo Yuanhong nodded.
As Grandmasters of their generation, neither could possibly be persuaded by words alone. Seeing that their views truly differed, neither wasted time with long-winded