At the mention of Xu Mingwei, the Heavenly Dragon School Master could not help trembling.
He recalled the founding of the Dragon Elephant Martial Hall in Qingjiang County more than ten years ago.
Xu Mingwei had not yet turned twenty then, yet a single battle had awed all of Qingjiang. His peerless brilliance had overwhelmed the Black Wind Martial Arts School's master.
The Heavenly Dragon Hall Master had only just reached mid-Xiantian at the time. Even when he joined forces with the Black Tiger School Master, Gu Yiping had defeated them.
Perhaps that battle had left a shadow over his heart, keeping him from breaking through to late Xiantian even now.
"Xu Mingwei..."
The Heavenly Dragon School Master let out a long sigh. "With his talent, he must have touched the threshold of Grandmaster by now. He may even have entered that realm."
"Impossible." Wu Zhan's eyes widened until they threatened to split as he said in horror, "I've heard that even the most extraordinarily gifted prodigies in the Commandery Seat must spend fifteen or sixteen years honing themselves in the Xiantian Realm.
"A Grandmaster at thirty? Could such a monster truly exist?"
County Magistrate Wu stroked his beard and said unhappily, "The world is vast. You cannot possibly know every genius even in the Commandery Seat. The aristocratic clans scheme against one another openly and in secret. Who would brazenly expose their own prodigy to danger?"
"You're right, Uncle. We must estimate Xu Mingwei's strength as generously as possible." The Wu Household Head looked grave.
"In that case, Great-Uncle, why not simply say he's already a late-stage Grandmaster, or even at Grandmaster Perfection?"
Wu Zhan remained adamant. "With such a formidable enemy, which aristocratic clan in the Commandery Seat would dare act rashly? If they failed to destroy him,