Though the man before him carried no weapon, his attire marked him unmistakably as a man of the martial world, so A Fei had already anticipated his reaction.
Unless he used an alias when making acquaintances, the name "Mai Lingfei" still carried considerable weight in the martial world. Anyone of this age who was not utterly ignorant would have heard of him.
A Fei, however, had never heard the name Chi Qinghu. Perhaps the man was simply an obscure figure in the martial world.
But A Fei chose his friends by how they struck him, not by their fame. Besides, this was only a chance encounter, with no intention of pursuing a deeper acquaintance, so the man's background hardly mattered.
After they exchanged bows, A Fei left the main hall and headed toward the temple gates. Chi Qinghu did not immediately follow him, merely watching his retreating back with a hint of excitement.
Yet when A Fei reached the front courtyard of the True Lord Temple and sensed that the man was still inside, he felt slightly surprised.
The man had clearly recognized him, yet had remained so composed. That gave A Fei something to ponder.
It was not that A Fei had grown so full of himself. After so many years roaming the martial world, he knew that, were their positions reversed, he could not possibly resist the desire for a longer conversation.
Inside the main hall of the True Lord Temple, the man looked again at the solemn statue of the Manifest Holiness True Lord standing upon the altar.
This was considered the Manifest Holiness True Lord's principal temple. It was built on a substantial scale, and every furnishing was finely crafted. Presumably, its statue surpassed those elsewhere as well; every scale of its armor was covered in