My direct disciple?
At that moment, everyone's gaze fell on Zhao De.
Shock, solemnity, but more than anything, awe and fear.
The Star Gazing Academy Head's aura had already pressed down on them so hard they could not move.
Yet this man showed no reaction. He had even appeared inexplicably behind the Star Gazing Academy Head, and with one hand on his shoulder, made him sit back down.
Everyone who saw this instinctively thought of one thing:
A Land Immortal!
Sure enough... Master Yang really does have a Land Immortal backing him.
That makes sense, then. Only a Land Immortal could quietly nurture a Second Rank Human Immortal.
It seems Master Yang only finished his training and ventured out this year, already at the Second Rank.
But just who is this Land Immortal?
Zhao Zheng was intensely curious, itching to know.
It felt as though ten thousand ants were crawling over him.
As the distinguished Fourth Prince, he knew practically everything about Zhao State's Land Immortals. At the very least, he had met each of them once!
But this man looked utterly unfamiliar. He could not place him at all.
Could he not be from Zhao? Then Master Yang... no, Master Yang is definitely from Zhao!
Everything he has done has been in Zhao State's interests. If he were Zhao State's enemy, he would never have acted against the Rong Tribe back then!
I've figured it out!
An image surfaced in Zhao Zheng's mind: a young child unexpectedly encountered an immortal opportunity, became a Land Immortal's direct disciple, then trained diligently for years before descending the mountain to serve his homeland!
I knew Master Yang's background wasn't simple!
Xu Wuji drew a deep breath, his thoughts growing increasingly eager:
*From today onward, the Pacify the Rong King will have not