As Zhu Tianzhi's carriage approached, he saw dozens of disciples carrying black longswords on their backs standing behind an old man with their hands behind their backs.
"Is nephew Tian Zhi here?" The old man asked loudly when he saw the carriage.
"Uncle!" When Zhu Tianzhi heard the old man's voice, he knew that it was his uncle. He quickly flew out of the carriage and knelt down respectfully in front of him. He was so happy that tears were streaming down his face.
In fact, Zhu Tianzhi did not have any feelings for this uncle of his that he had no impression of at all. In the past, as the disciple of the sky cloud martial school's master and a candidate for the future master, he did not even spare a glance for this uncle of his. But now that he needed his help, he had to pretend to be excited about the reunion.
