Ning Caichen, the Street Loafer

"You are Tongming's master. There is no need for this!"

Jiang Siming did not put on airs either, and nodded at him.

The old man had sharp brows and bright eyes. Though disabled, his face carried an imposing dignity; he must once have been a figure who could shake the world.

"This old man is Jian Donglai, Tongming's grandfather," Jian Donglai said with a chuckle.

"The sect master is in the main hall and has been waiting for quite some time. Hurry along!"

"Yes, Grandpa Sword!"

Ning Ritian bowed to him again, then led Jiang Siming toward the main hall.

"Grandpa Sword was once the strongest guardian of our Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, a rank 97 Title Douluo! Unfortunately, in a battle to protect the sect, he was reduced to a cripple," Ning Ritian said with some regret.

"Is that so?" Jiang Siming looked back at Jian Donglai again for some reason.

"Old Man, your descendants really are miserable!" Jiang Siming shook his head regretfully as well.

Jiang Siming could not very well help every person he happened to meet. He could only feel some pity for Jian Donglai in his heart.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's main hall was still resplendent and magnificent, giving off the sense of obscene wealth everywhere.

Ten thousand years had passed, and though many things and people had changed, Jiang Siming still felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Back then, Ning Fengzhi had sat on that chair at the top of the hall, and either Old Man or Bone Douluo was always at his side.

Only now, the person in the main hall had changed.

"Reporting to the sect master! The person has been brought!" Ning Ritian dropped to one knee and said respectfully.

The figure with his back to them slowly