Three days passed in the blink of an eye. The time had come for the Grandmaster's instruction. In the Martial Pavilion Lecture Hall, nearly every disciple qualified to attend had arrived, their gazes all fixed upon the figure on the high platform.
His white hair was thick, his aura peaceful and gentle, and his eyes unfathomably deep, as though one would fall into them at a glance. Ji Yanwu swept his gaze across the Martial Pavilion disciples seated respectfully before him and asked with interest,
"Who is Chen Mo?"
He had never met Chen Mo, but he had received some basic information about him.
A Grandmaster under twenty years old—his talent was truly terrifying. Back then, Ji Yanwu himself had only reached the Grandmaster Realm at the age of twenty-four.
Not only was Chen Mo's cultivation talent outstanding, but he was also proficient in numerous techniques. He cultivated both his Divine Body and other methods, all to extremely high levels. Then there was his formidable concealment ability—even a Grandmaster would find it difficult to see through him without carefully sensing him with spiritual power.
All of this made it impossible for people not to notice Chen Mo.
Geniuses always drew attention!
As he spoke, Ji Yanwu's gaze settled on the youngest-looking Martial Pavilion disciple present.
The other party looked to be around thirty, rather different from the Chen Mo in his impressions. Perhaps he had simply aged rather quickly.
"Chen Mo did not come." Ji Haoyu of the imperial family answered.
His face carried a look of surprise, while inwardly, he felt a touch of gloating.
It was not just him. Everyone present wore much the same expression. Who could have imagined that Chen Mo would not come even when a Grandmaster, one of the strongest beings in the world,