The clues could be seen from the wounds on so many people. In the final analysis, it was because Senior Zhang himself was proficient in martial arts such as Taiji and Five Peaks Swordplay!
He was widely read, and his martial cultivation was so profound that even Master Kongji could not hold a candle to him.
Naturally, Master Kongji believed every word he said.
Yet whether it was Master Kongji or the heads of the Dharma Academy and the other halls, all wore baffled expressions:
"How could such swordsmanship possibly exist in this world?!"
"But that is the truth."
Senior Zhang's gaze was unfathomably deep:
"I have said all there is to say. It is time for me to leave Shaolin Temple."
Master Kongji was greatly alarmed. "Senior, have we shown you some discourtesy?!"
"Not at all."
Senior Zhang said mildly:
"I am old. Before I die, I wish to travel these splendid rivers and mountains and pay respects to old friends from days gone by."
A trace of sorrow flashed through his eyes. Time slipped away easily; in the blink of an eye, another fifty years had passed. Another new era had arrived.
This martial world seemed to have gained quite a few peerless masters and heroic young talents.
But that had nothing to do with him anymore.
His era had long since passed.
"Senior, you are still vigorous in your old age. It is far too early to speak of death. Please do not leave Shaolin Temple. We will surely provide for you well."
Master Kongji hurriedly said.
Senior Zhang merely smiled. Taking a secret manual from his robes, he handed it to Master Kongji. "Shaolin Temple has provided for me for many years, and I have no way to repay you. Take this Nine Yang Divine Skill.