"This..." The white-browed master was at a loss for words, unsure how to explain.
Song Qingshu laughed. "Ming Wang may not know this, but there was another important reason why Master Yideng's martial arts had reached such heights: he had learned Central Divine Wang Chongyang's Innate Skill in his younger days. It was not merely the power of the One Yang Finger."
Though the other party had not introduced himself, within the entire Dali Duan Family, only someone whose mastery of the One Yang Finger surpassed even Master Kurong's, and who possessed such a kind, dignified, and noble appearance, could be identified so easily.
At the mention of the Innate Skill, Master Yideng's heart stirred. He could not help recalling the past, and a trace of wistfulness appeared in his eyes. Back when he learned that Wang Chongyang had passed the Innate Skill on to him, he had been overjoyed as a man obsessed with martial arts. But looking back now, that had been the beginning of every tragedy.
"So you are Master Yideng, the Southern Emperor among the Five Greats of the Central Plains. No wonder you wield the One Yang Finger with such divine mastery. This humble monk has long admired you." Jiumozhi had already vaguely guessed as much, and now that it was confirmed, an eager expression surfaced on his face. Over the years, he had traveled throughout the Central Plains challenging masters from every sect, gaining no small amount of fame. How could he not itch for a fight upon encountering such a renowned figure as the Southern Emperor?
"Greetings, Great Wheel Ming King. At Tianlong Temple, your blue flames swept across the grounds; at Shaolin Temple, you defeated the eminent monks with the Seventy-two Ultimate Skills. Seeing you today, your reputation is indeed well deserved."