"T-Teacher?"
Above Banqiao City, fierce winds howled.
Yet they still could not drown out the old man's quiet, respectful voice.
Behind him.
The Martial Saint stared at the old man in disbelief, then could not help looking at the man in azure robes opposite them.
Amid his astonishment was a trace of bewilderment.
He could scarcely believe his ears.
"Teacher?!"
"The Martial Ancestor actually has a teacher... why have I never heard of this? Why have I never heard the Martial Ancestor mention him?"
"Just who is this man?"
Yet as he looked at the old man's bowed back.
However unwilling he was to believe it, he had no choice.
But his heart remained filled with shock.
Ever since the Martial Ancestor first rose to prominence, True Martial Practitioners had wondered where he had comprehended this unprecedented True Martial Dao, which would likely never have an equal.
They had once believed their ancestor possessed peerless talent and had comprehended it himself through exposure to the immortals of Daosheng Continent, that he held the Mandate of Heaven. Thus, all were convinced and revered him as a god.
But now, that might not have been the case. The Martial Ancestor actually had a teacher whom he had never publicly acknowledged.
The Martial Saint could not help recalling what the azure-robed man had said earlier, and understanding finally dawned on him.
So he really refrained from killing me because of the Martial Ancestor.
Then does that mean the Martial Ancestor learned the True Martial Sutra from him? But he's clearly a cultivator...
As for the likelihood that this azure-robed man was therefore his grandmaster, he consciously or unconsciously passed over it.
He had been proud and untamed all his life. Aside from the Martial Ancestor, whom he revered for teaching him the True