The Inheritance of Martial Arts, the Cannibal Inn

"Commander Zuo..."

"Did we just meet an immortal? How did they disappear without a trace? How could that be possible? That fellow who lives next door to me killed thousands of people and never encountered any evil sorcerer, so how did we end up meeting an immortal?"

One soldier's face was filled with disbelief. After all, this was simply too inconceivable.

"No..." Commander Zuo said solemnly. "Several hundred years ago, there were some powerful martial artists who truly possessed strength beyond that of ordinary people. According to ancient legends, Emperor Xin was one such powerful figure."

"This... how could that be possible?" A group of subordinates wore doubtful expressions.

"There's nothing impossible about it. My master was a successor of ancient martial arts. Later, our sect declined, and by the time it was passed down to me, only a small portion remained." Commander Zuo gazed in the direction where the two had disappeared, his eyes full of anticipation.

The group of subordinates exchanged glances, their hearts filled with shock. The imperial dynasty had only just been established, and there were many affairs that needed to be handled. They did not dare delay for too long...

This time, they were escorting some treasures to the capital. No one knew what they would be escorting next time...

"Brother-in-law..."

"That Commander Zuo is a good man. It's just a pity that his horizons and sense of justice restrict him to a certain extent. Otherwise, he would definitely be able to become a powerful martial artist."

Walking behind him, Xuanming chattered on.

"Many opportunities in life are right by our side, but sometimes, because we can't make up our minds, we miss them forever. If we can meet him again, we must help him properly."

As Chen Xuan spoke, he arrived before a