So Master had been trying to lure the fish in.
Yu Weiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had just returned from Haizhou and hurried straight from Central City to the Tai'an Metropolitan Area.
It was because she had learned from Old Ren that Master had moved the dojo and taken in a closed-door disciple.
She had been worried that the tragedy of Second Senior Brother Shen Changyuan would happen again!
"Master, please take care of your health."
Yu Weiwei spoke gently.
For a dojo master, the greatest deterrent to the authorities or other forces was being armed and armored!
From the Old Era to the new age, it was the only part of the Martial Artist path that had been fully preserved.
It was the violence that could overturn the table at any time, anywhere!
Even a planetary governor of the highest rank had few ways to stop a grandmaster-level figure piloting a Divine Mecha and wielding a divine weapon.
In the ancient days of the Empire, there were even records of peerless grandmasters of the highest level single-handedly fighting their way through the Imperial Guard and taking the emperor's head.
Before the republic was founded, the last emperor, who held the authority to make treaties, died while leading an expedition in person. He was assassinated before the eyes of thousands upon thousands, spilling his blood on Yinghuo Ancient Star.
That was the real reason why the license to be armed and armored was so feared.
Every person who possessed one could become the most destabilizing force—and the most fearsome "invincible person."
"I've still got several years left in me. At the very least, I can hold on until that kid enters the Stellar Cup and watches him sweep the Youth Group, undefeated."
The white-haired old man spoke