Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan, Ding Peng, and Yan Nantian, who was visiting, rushed out of Divine Sword Manor together.
Someone outside calling Xie Xiaofeng by name would not have stirred them so much, but making that voice explode beside their ears demonstrated a level of control over true qi that marked a supreme expert.
At the gates of Divine Sword Manor, they all studied Di Shitian, utterly bewildered.
None of them recognized the man before them, nor did he match any of the figures they had heard of in rumors.
As the host, Xie Xiaofeng frowned and asked, "Old sir, do we know each other?"
Di Shitian said with a chuckle, "You do not recognize me, but I recognize you. In fact, all of you have met me."
When he was bored, he liked hiding among those prodigies, watching them grow and watching them fall.
That way, he could study their martial dao while enjoying the spectacle and whiling away his idle hours.
Shaolin, the Wudang Sect, the Golden Coin Gang, the Azure Dragon Society, Green Robe Tower, the World Association, the Sword Sect-he had lived among them all for a time.
Sometimes, he had even assumed the guise of a mere servant, never revealing his true strength.
He had learned all their martial arts, too, and was even more proficient than they were.
Even Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, the ultimate art passed down only to the Sword Sect's sect leader, was something Di Shitian knew.
"Xie Xiaofeng-or should I call you Aji?"
Xie Xiaofeng's expression changed drastically. Even Yan Shisan had only learned later that he had used the alias Aji. Just who was this old man?
Moreover, his Primordial Spirit had already reached the Third Transformation, yet he could not gauge the man's depths at