Many people knew how strong Tianming was. It was understandable if young people did not know, but if the people before them did not know of Tianming's existence, that would truly be a joke.
Tianming's influence had been enormous. Whether among the Palace Guardian Spirits of that time or the gods of that time, he had brought drastic changes.
Although Tianming's sudden appearance had caught everyone off guard, his reputation had never faded away. His name was still as resounding as ever.
"A junior no one had really heard of actually beat an old-timer until he howled. He's no simple character."
Within the Palace Guardian Spirits' territory, a mature-looking man who appeared relatively young stood where he was, gazing meaningfully at Uchiha Hikaru. He seemed to be calculating something, or perhaps harboring some plan. It was certainly nothing good.
In the eyes of those old-timers, they were all seasoned schemers. How could they possibly be drawn in by some insignificant trifle?
Pfft.
Tianming's body plummeted straight down from the sky like a kite with its string cut. The sight of him falling was utterly miserable, especially at a time like this. Of course, at any other time, he might have looked even more miserable.
After seeing Tianming's disheveled state, Uchiha Hikaru had no intention of attacking again. There was no real point in continuing, especially at a time like this.
Tianming slowly climbed up from the ground, staring at him fearfully as though he was terrified of being killed. He kept supporting himself against the ground and crawling backward.
The way he looked now was far too similar to how he usually looked. If the two were compared, they would probably seem as though they had been carved from the same mold.
"Don't worry. I won't kill you. Just tell