Lu Yiping looked at the scruffy old man. "You've cultivated the Phantom God Hand to the seventh spatial layer. Not bad."
The scruffy old man was visibly shaken. His eyes gleamed as he stared at Lu Yiping, as though he wanted to see straight through him. "You know the Phantom God Hand!"
The Phantom God Hand had not appeared in the world for many years. He had displayed it before others, yet even the patriarchs of many sects had failed to recognize it. How had this blue-robed youth recognized it?
Lu Yiping did not answer. Instead, he looked at the scruffy old man. "You obtained the Phantom Demon King's cultivation inheritance?"
The scruffy old man was clearly startled. He looked at Lu Yiping with even greater uncertainty.
At this moment, Luo Tong's convoy had drawn near.
Seated in a luxurious carriage, Luo Tong was startled when she saw the scruffy old man and Lu Yiping's group ahead. Her gaze fell upon the scruffy old man, surprise filling her beautiful eyes. She had the convoy stop and stepped down from the carriage.
She walked up to the scruffy old man, bowed slightly, and saluted him. "Are you Senior Zhou Cheng?"
The scruffy old man, Zhou Cheng, turned his head and glanced at Luo Tong. Smiling broadly, he said, "So it's little Luo Tong. You've grown more and more lovely. You're even prettier than that beautiful master of yours."
Luo Tong gave a sweet laugh. "Senior Zhou Cheng, you flatter me." Then she said, "Grandfather has always been thinking of you. Since you have come to the Divine Martial Continent, do you have time to visit the Luo Family?"
The grandfather she spoke of was the Sword God, Luo Ning.
Upon hearing this, the scruffy old man Zhou Cheng mocked, "That brat