At this moment, Xu Zimo radiated incomparable majesty. Though he had not unleashed the slightest aura, merely standing there gave him a heroic bearing that made others look up to him.
Xu Zimo's face seemed somewhat familiar, yet Guan Wumian could not recall where he had seen it.
"Several of you have paid a late-night visit. May I ask what business you have?"
By rights, these people had entered the True Martial Sacred Sect without permission and should all have been arrested.
Yet Guan Wumian felt that their strength was anything but ordinary.
To slip silently into the True Martial Sacred Sect despite its layers upon layers of defenses was clearly not something ordinary people could accomplish.
Moreover, they had found his son but had not threatened him. It was clear they bore no ill intent.
So rather than making a move, Guan Wumian felt it would be better to first understand the situation.
"We came because of the True Martial Sacred Sect's current plight," Lin Ruhu said.
"How should I address you all?" Guan Wumian asked.
No matter what, he first had to determine whether they were friends or foes.
"Youngster, when we were in the True Martial Sacred Sect, you probably had not even been born yet.
My name is Lin Ruhu. You may look through the True Martial Sacred Sect's historical records."
Hearing this name, Guan Wumian carefully searched through his memories.
The True Martial Sacred Sect had existed for countless ages. Who knew how many ancestors had emerged over that time? Yet only a small fraction had become renowned across the entire Yuanyang Continent.
Hearing Lin Ruhu speak with such confidence, Guan Wumian directly skipped over those ancestors of lesser fame.
The True Martial Sacred Sect's first renowned ancestors naturally began with its founder, the True