The Peril of Zhuiming and Iron Hand

"I never expected you, kid, to actually break through! What astonishing talent!" The white-haired old man had appeared beside Li Changfeng at some point.

Li Changfeng jumped in fright, then his face lit up when he saw the old man. "Senior! You're here! Look! I finally mastered it!"

The white-haired old man shook his head. "Hidden Dragon Force is not so easily mastered. What you have cultivated is merely Manifest Force. The true essence of Hidden Dragon Force lies in Latent Force. You still have a long way to go!"

Li Changfeng was slightly taken aback and cupped his fists. "Senior is right. This junior got a little carried away!"

The white-haired old man smiled faintly. "To cultivate Hidden Dragon Force to such a level at your age is already quite remarkable. Keep it up! I await your good news!"

Li Changfeng scratched his head and smiled. "You'll definitely get it!"

The white-haired old man chuckled softly and ignored Li Changfeng, slowly walking away alone. Li Changfeng hurriedly called after him, "Senior! I still don't know your esteemed name!"

Yet his words did not stop the white-haired old man. The old man gradually vanished without a trace, leaving behind only an echo. "We shall meet again if fate allows! Perhaps you will learn it someday!"

Li Changfeng gave a bitter smile. "What a mysterious man, appearing and disappearing without a trace!"

"Brother Li! So you were here! I've been looking for you for a long time!" Wuqing suddenly found him, his expression grave.

Li Changfeng looked puzzled. "Brother Wuqing! What did you need me for?"

Wuqing's face was heavy as he strode forward. "Come! This is not the place to talk. We'll speak as we walk!"

Li Changfeng nodded. "Alright! I'll come with you!"

The two used their movement techniques,