"Peerless Upper Grade? That brat?"
"I have Middle Peerless strength, after all, but I know that if he hadn't shown mercy just now, I would probably have lost my life. There's no reason to doubt that he has Peerless Upper Grade strength. As for anything beyond that? It's hard to say. That's beyond what I can see through. If it's true, then perhaps that brat is the prodigy the Heavenly Demon Hall values most this time!" the deacon said.
"The realm beyond that... is that the Half-Step Martial Realm?" one man asked.
"Then does our God-Burying Hall have a genius like that in this generation? A Half-Step Martial Realm genius?" the other asked with a little hesitation.
"Nonsense. Of course we do. You and I simply don't know about them. If we didn't even have that, how could we compete for the final throne? Naturally, the other two halls have them too, but I believe our God-Burying Hall is the strongest," the deacon said with a sharp rebuke.
Both men nodded emphatically, and one asked again, "Sir, since people from the Heavenly Demon Hall have come here, does that mean they know too?"
"They probably do. I really didn't expect them to move so quickly or be so well informed. When the Altar Master sent me word, he said no one else knew yet, and we entered the Misty Mountain Range in just one day. We should have been faster than them." A trace of puzzlement appeared on the deacon's face as well.
"Sir, let's keep searching right away. We can't let the Heavenly Demon Sect get there first," the man who had just spoken said hurriedly.
"Sir, is that old man really so important? They say he's a blacksmith. Did this warrant a personal order from the Hall Master?"