Meeting, Agreement

At noon, outside the main hall of the Martial Venerable Hall in Heavenly Origin City, one hundred Martial Venerable Hall disciples stood in square formations upon the bluestone pavement, practicing their punches and kicks with orderly precision as sweat streamed down their bodies.

Inside the main hall, Wang Zhifan was speaking with two visitors. One was a dignified Confucian scholar, while the other had an unusual appearance and wore a ghost-face mask.

"Martial Venerable, it really is you... cough, cough... I never thought that after so many years, this old man would see you again."

The speaker was the strange man wearing the ghost-face mask. His voice was aged and weathered, as though he were an elderly man, but Wang Zhifan knew that the person before him was merely an avatar. The one controlling it was his old friend, one of the top three on the Demon-Sealing Ranking, the Demon-Subduing Elder.

"Heh, you old freak. You sent over an avatar and call that meeting me? I don't sense any sincerity at all. Hurry up and come here in person!"

Wang Zhifan immediately laughed and scolded him. He knew that this veteran powerhouse, who was many times older than himself, actually had quite a good temper, so he joked with him.

Just as he had expected, the avatar before him soon transmitted the Demon-Subduing Elder's laughter. "Cough, cough... heh heh... A young man actually wants these old bones of mine to cross mountains and rivers just to meet him... Then this old man will risk his life to accompany a gentleman. If anything happens then, Martial Venerable, you must take responsibility."

"Ah, Demon-Subduing Elder, I was only joking. Don't worry. Once I'm done handling things here, I'll head to Fire Spirit Island to find you soon."

Wang Zhifan replied.

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