The True Martial Patriarch

"Friend of the Venerable Immortal, this..." An Di was dumbfounded by Ji Jiu's words. He had never expected that a cultivator he'd happened upon at random would be a mighty figure from another world who knew his own Venerable Immortal. For a moment, he was utterly at a loss.

For one thing, he couldn't be sure who the other man really was. What if he was being deceived? Wouldn't that make him look like a complete fool?

But if this really was a friend of the Venerable Immortal, and he offended him, wouldn't that bring him endless trouble later?

An Di hesitated, unsure what to do.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. He cupped his hands and said, "Senior, I was blind to your standing and offended you. Please forgive me. By the way, I haven't seen the Venerable Immortal for many years. I wonder if he's still as dashing as ever, with a head of glossy black hair? It would be a shame if it had turned white."

Ji Jiu let out a cold snort. A terrifying pressure, the very peak of Gods and Demons Great Perfection, erupted from him as he barked, "His hair has always been half withered and half flourishing, half black and half white. How could it be glossy black? Did you simply misremember because you were careless, or do you doubt this Emperor and deliberately test me?"

Feeling the earthshaking pressure of Gods and Demons Great Perfection, An Di was alarmed and hurriedly said, "I was mistaken. Please forgive me, Senior. By the way, I recently met another Senior in this world who also knows the Venerable Immortal. His name is Jiao Tuo. Surely you know him?"

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