What did he mean—his father was the master of North-Knowing Tower?
For a moment, Ji Yuan was genuinely at a loss for words.
He looked at Bai Zhan's round, pale, plump face, so guilelessly endearing, and tried to fit the words "young master of North-Knowing Tower" onto this fourth senior brother who had worked tirelessly at the Thunder Pool, cooking for who knew how many years.
No matter how he tried, the pieces simply would not fit.
What kind of place was North-Knowing Tower?
It was the colossal power Baopuzi had founded after the Grand Creation Sect split, when he led half its disciples south.
For North-Knowing Tower to gain a firm foothold on the Central Kun Continent and stand toe to toe with the Grand Mystery Sword Sect, its foundations had to be unfathomably deep.
And Bai Zhan had just said with his own mouth that his father was North-Knowing Tower's master.
Which meant Bai Zhixian was that mysterious head of North-Knowing Tower—Baopuzi.
What was his father's cultivation, then?
The Body Integration Realm at the very least. He might even be one of the legendary Tribulation Transcendence Cultivators.
A young master with a background like that had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth. From the moment he came into the world, he had stood at a height countless cultivators could never reach in their entire lives.
The whole of North-Knowing City—the largest city on the Kunwu Continent—it would hardly be an exaggeration to call it his private property.
Yet someone like that had willingly joined the Thunder Pool and spent all those years there as a cook.
At first, he had just been an ordinary fourth senior brother. Then Ji Yuan learned his fourth senior brother practiced Dual Cultivation of Dharma and the Body. Later still,