Nameless Grotto-heaven.
In the Thatched Hut.
Jiang Ning also drank one mouthful after another, and soon finished the tea in his cup.
The old man looked at Jiang Ning, the corners of his mouth unconsciously revealing a faint smile.
At this moment, if one only looked at his appearance, no one would know that this was the Martial Saint who had overawed the world for more than eight hundred years.
The old man picked up the teapot again and poured tea for Jiang Ning.
"Prefecture Lord, let me!" Jiang Ning hurriedly reached out, wanting to take the teapot from the old man's hand.
"A guest is a guest!" the old man said calmly.
As his voice rang out, an invisible force seemed to form in the void, briefly restricting Jiang Ning's movements.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—
Tea poured into the cup, hot steam rising like ethereal clouds and mist.
Words becoming law?
At this moment, Jiang Ning was secretly startled, and records concerning the Master of the Grotto-heaven surfaced in his mind.
The Master of the Grotto-heaven, when inside his own Grotto-heaven, was the ruler of that patch of heaven and earth.
He was like the Heavenly Dao of the outside world, standing above all things.
His every word and action represented the will of the Cave Heaven World.
"Many thanks!" The force binding his body dispersed, and Jiang Ning spoke in thanks.
"You are very good! In these eight hundred-plus years, you can rank among the top five!" the old man suddenly said to Jiang Ning.
"Teacher, he is not yet twenty this year, yet he has already entered the Second Rank Great Grandmaster realm. Such an achievement has created a new record for the past thousand years. With an achievement like this, he only ranks among the top five?"