In certain circles of old patriarchs in Shangjing.
Over the past few days, news suddenly began circulating that Ye Yuan was going to take a master.
And the person about to accept Ye Yuan as a disciple—
was, within Huaxia Nation—or rather, within these circles of old patriarchs—
a legendary figure.
Legendary here
did not mean that he was particularly mysterious.
Rather, it was because the things he had done for Huaxia Nation were practically the stuff of legends.
Even Xu Hang's mysterious instructor
would not dare so much as breathe loudly in this man's presence.
Though this man was old,
not a single family dared underestimate the influence he wielded.
It might have been an exaggeration to say he could destroy a first-rate family with a casual gesture,
but as long as he spoke,
even the most elite first-rate families would have to think twice.
It could be said that only people at the level of these old patriarchs knew of his existence.
Many second-generation heirs in their families knew nothing about him at all.
This man was not merely Huaxia Nation's stabilizing pillar.
He was also something akin to a spiritual totem.
Yet such an eminent figure
was actually going to take Ye Yuan as his disciple.
The moment this news spread,
almost no one believed it.
But things were just that strange.
Although the vast majority did not believe it,
the several families that had wanted to make a move while the Zhao Family and Ye Yuan had fallen out
suddenly stopped.
They were genuinely afraid.
If the news was true, they could not bear the consequences.
They might have been wary of the Xu Family, but not to the point of fearing them.
But this old patriarch was different.
Though he had not appeared before the