"I never imagined that after so many years, in my current state, I would encounter a young hero like you, the pillar of the nation!"
"It seems that Heaven didn't punish me for my great mistake. On the contrary, it treated me rather kindly!"
Speaking, the grey-cloaked elder suddenly turned around. Unlike those aging martial arts masters Ye Weiming had previously encountered, his eyes were extremely turbid, lacking the brightness that a martial artist should have, as if he were just an ordinary old man on the verge of death.
However, such an ordinary-looking old man projected an intimidating aura from his turbid eyes, which made it hard for people to look at directly!
Ye Weiming calmly looked at the elder and tentatively asked, "Are you the Lone Sword?"
"Exactly, I am that criminal of the Martial World."
