"Yang Haoyu!"
The name made Yang Tian look over sharply. This was the strongest fighter in the Holy Temple.
His spiritual power should have reached five hundred thousand, and he possessed a Starry Sky Divine Beast with strength beyond the ninth tier. This was Yang Haoyu, the man known as the Holy Knight!
"Hmm? Little fellow, what's that look on your face? Do you know me?"
Yang Haoyu was a shrewd old hand. Having lived so long, he could tell from Yang Tian's unusual expression that the boy seemed to recognize him.
"I know a little. Grandpa Yang, you're the strongest fighter in our Knight Temple. It's just a shame you never obtained a Divine Throne!"
"Even one divine artifact would greatly increase your strength!"
"No matter what happens, I'll obtain a Divine Throne someday!"
Yang Tian nodded, then spoke with some excitement. Above all, he really wanted to see Yang Haoyu's mount, whose strength surpassed the ninth tier.
That mount alone could rival a transcendent divine artifact. Unfortunately, it was far too proud!
"Brother, I didn't tell him!"
When Yang Haoyu looked at him, Yang Haohan gave a string of wry chuckles and shrugged as he spoke.
Yang Haoyu did not dwell on it. Instead, he told Yang Tian, "All right. It's good to have ambition. Your other Grandpa Yang told me you're exceptionally gifted, so I'll give you half a month to learn what I know!"
"Learn as much as you can. After half a month, you can go and obtain your mount!"
Finally, Yang Haoyu turned to Alliance Leader Yang Haohan. "Haohan, leave this child with me for now!"
"All right. He's the hope of our Knight Temple, so don't be too... ahem. Arrange things however you like. This child is resilient. He won't break!"
Yang Haohan