Grandmasters gathered spiritual energy to cultivate

"That is precisely what I wished for, though I dared not ask!" Fang Han keenly sensed how extraordinary the old man before him was.

He was by no means an ordinary Grandmaster-level martial artist.

The aura surrounding him resembled a fathomless abyss or a vast ocean, holding an immense reserve of primordial energy from heaven and earth.

Though its scale fell short of what the Turtle Shell had previously accumulated, it nearly reached the level of a Profound Insight Realm cultivator in the Great Qian World.

What puzzled Fang Han, however, was that the old man had not converted this primordial energy into his own power. Instead, he seemed to have crudely stockpiled it within his flesh and bones.

As a result, he possessed an imposing presence, but no corresponding strength.

With these questions in mind, Fang Han followed the old man at an unhurried pace into the most magnificent villa on the mountaintop.

A young man and woman stood in attendance beside the old man. They looked barely over twenty, yet both had already entered the True Qi Realm. They discreetly sized Fang Han up, clearly curious about someone their own age whom their elder respectfully addressed as "young friend."

"You may leave us." Upon entering the study, the old man waved a hand and gave the quiet instruction.

Though the young pair looked surprised, they dared not disobey and respectfully withdrew.

"My name is Wen Ye. How should I address you, young friend?" The old man was quite approachable. Not only did he introduce himself first, he personally lifted the teapot and poured Fang Han a cup of hot tea.

There were many places where primordial energy gathered in the Martial World, and Fang Han had never intended to seize every opportunity by force.

Seeing Wen Ye's attitude,