"This Nine-Dragon Pendant... where did you get it?"
The old man gazed at the jade pendant, a nostalgic look flashing across his face. Although it had remained hidden in the cave abode for more than sixteen hundred years since Li Shaojun's death, never appearing in the world, he clearly still remembered it.
Cao Jinxing briefly explained what had happened-he had no choice. This man's martial prowess was absurd!
Ehuang was at the Faxiang Third Stage and could use her uncanny Yin-Yang Arts to take lower-level Faxiang practitioners by surprise and control them. Yet even with that, all of them together had still been no match for one of his hands...
He swatted Faxiang practitioners like flies!
Even if Cao Jinxing used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Great Art to reach the fourth level of Faxiang, he could not do that.
It was utter domination!
When he finished, Cao Jinxing ventured, "Do you know what this thing is used for, sir?"
The old man stroked the jade pendant and sighed softly. "Of course I do, because I was the one who gave this [Suanni Pendant] to Li Shaojun..."
"Huh?!"
Cao Jinxing was stunned, shaken to his core. His first thought was of the words Li Shaojun had left behind: "In obedience to my master's command, I leave this to one destined to receive it!"
Who was Li Shaojun's master?
Cao Jinxing looked at the old man, his eyes gradually widening. "You..."
The old man said calmly, "My surname is Zheng. My Daoist name is North Pole."
"..."
It really was him!
Cao Jinxing's head buzzed, his mind blank. He murmured in disbelief, "North Pole Real Person, Zheng Anqi... you're An Qisheng?!"
The old man sighed and looked up at the cave ceiling. "It's been a long time since I heard that name..."