Shi Meng, master of Tiger Roar Hall, was a mid-stage Reverted Elixir cultivator.
His face was as still as deep water as he bowed respectfully to the floor. His towering figure left Zhao Gan and Yao Qin beside him flustered.
Why had the hall master come? Why had he dropped to the floor like that?
"I did not know a True Person would grace us with his presence. Forgive me for failing to welcome you."
Su Che looked at the towering man below him. Tiger Roar Hall was not entirely devoid of capable people.
Hall Master Shi was a prime example of a man who knew when to bend and when to stand tall.
"A man has gold beneath his knees. Please rise, Hall Master."
Shi Meng did not answer. He only lowered his head closer to the floor.
"A True Person possesses noble grace. I dare not overstep."
"You're injured?"
Su Che studied Shi Meng. The master of Tiger Roar Hall looked imposing on the outside, but his inner energy rose and fell erratically. He had clearly suffered a serious injury.
"Yes. I injured my vitality while hunting a Reverted Elixir-level demon beast."
"Hunting a demon beast?"
"My family's cultivation art requires me to tame demon beasts before I can make progress."
"So it's the rare art of beast taming."
Beast-taming arts had enjoyed a period of popularity during the Medieval Era, but they had since declined. The reason was simple: if one's cultivation depended on something external, achievement became a matter of luck.
Things that depended on luck seldom went far.
Su Che looked at Shi Meng. "It wasn't just your vitality. I'd say your Reverted Elixir was damaged too."
Shi Meng swallowed.
"Your eyes are as keen as torches, True Person."
Su Che said nothing more. He