The Mountain-Village Fisherman

Everyone was shocked as they watched the scene, their jaws hanging open.

...Yu Qianwu held an exalted position and possessed formidable cultivation. Across the entire Northern Lin Imperial Dynasty, and even throughout the Northern Profound Continent, he was a pillar of immense stature.

He was also the Vice Pavilion Master of the Martial Arts Pavilion!

And yet he was kneeling now?

Kneeling before a young man?

How could this be?

If word got out, the entire Northern Profound Continent would be thrown into an uproar. No one would believe it was true.

But everyone had seen it with their own eyes.

"What's going on...?"

"So what he said was true. Senior Yu Qianwu really did run into trouble with his cultivation..."

"Senior Yu Qianwu practiced the wrong way, and this man saw through the problem with just one glance?"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, finding it even more unbelievable.

Someone of Yu Qianwu's stature had an unfathomably deep understanding of martial arts. No one dared question him.

Yet now, because of martial arts... he was kneeling before a young man.

"Why would the Vice Pavilion Master do this?!"

Mo Mingzhu's beautiful eyes were filled with shock. The Vice Pavilion Master was a lofty figure. She had once begged Yu Qianwu in tears to teach her personally, but he had refused.

Such a distant senior, such a proud expert.

And he had actually knelt.

At that moment, she couldn't help looking at Long Zixuan. She finally understood that this young man truly was extraordinary.

"Who... is this man?"

A flicker of shock passed through Tuoba Liuxue's beautiful eyes. Then a fierce desire shone in them as she declared:

"I, Tuoba Liuxue, have decided I want him!"

Nearby, Nangong Ao and the others stared in stunned disbelief, trembling faintly.

They knew Long