"Taishan... who is that?" Lu Ye looked at the middle-aged figure before him.
"You don't know him?"
Lu Ye shook his head. He truly had never heard the name Taishan, much less knew why the man before him had suddenly asked about him.
The middle-aged figure frowned. The young man's expression did not seem feigned, and under the probing of his powerful divine sense, a True Lake Realm cultivator could not possibly lie to his face. It seemed this young man truly did not know Taishan.
But not knowing did not mean he had never seen him.
Because aside from himself, only Taishan knew the forging method for that Dao Soldier. Back then, he and Taishan had studied that Dao Soldier's forging method together.
It was only that he had felt the method was too damaging to the harmony of heaven, so he had abandoned it without using it.
Now, it seemed Taishan had used that method. The Dao Soldier sitting cross-legged before them undoubtedly came from Taishan's hand. That was why he could subdue Dao Thirteen so easily. Otherwise, no matter how powerful he was, he could not have put Dao Thirteen to sleep with a single finger.
For people like them, killing an enemy was easy, but subduing one often took several times the effort.
He carried a Dao Soldier forged by Taishan and had recited the next line of Crimson Blood Flows Through the Ages. The young man's origins were practically written on his face.
It was just that this cultivation... seemed rather low. Was this the aid sent by the Homeland?
"Where in Nine Provinces are you from?" the middle-aged figure asked.
Lu Ye's pupils contracted, his eyes overflowing with disbelief. He stared blankly at the middle-aged figure before him, almost thinking he had misheard. Uncertain,