Jiang Zhongtian's words made Yi Yang's brows knit tightly.
Yi Yang had never visited the Imperial City, nor seen the legendary figure who had towered over the world for eight hundred years. But sixty years of clawing his way through the lowest rungs, coupled with the Great Yu Dynasty's historical case files he had read at the Heaven Patrol Office, had taught him exactly how much weight the title "Martial Saint" carried.
The founder of the Heaven Patrol Office, the guardian of the Imperial City, the man who stood at the very pinnacle of the Great Yu Dynasty.
The entire empire's martial order had been built upon that man as its foundation. The Heaven Patrol Offices in every province and prefecture, the Profound Connection Realm experts on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, even the sects and great clans that ruled their own territories-in the end, all of them eked out their livelihoods beneath his shadow.
How could anyone he accepted as a disciple be ordinary?
A Martial Saint's disciple might not be invincible, but he would certainly be a peerless prodigy. How could people dare surround and kill him?
And for Shang Yu, a mere Grandmaster, to dare join such an attack, he must have had something greater backing him, or some particular purpose.
A flash of lightning streaked through Yi Yang's mind. He remembered the rumor Lu Quanan had mentioned: the Martial Saint had not appeared in public for many years.
A thought rose uncontrollably from the depths of his heart, and he blurted out:
"Could that battle three years ago have been an attempt to test the Martial Saint?"
The instant the words left his mouth, Yi Yang noticed Jiang Zhongtian's expression change.
There was a measure of shock, but even more surprise. Jiang Zhongtian stared at Yi Yang