Hearing Yu Hai's words, Zhao Hai could only nod. He knew that Yu Hai was telling the truth. He was a core disciple of the Iron Buddha Temple. How could the Fengjian sect not value him? one should know that a core disciple would be either the sect master or an elder in the future. They had to value such an identity.
Sure enough, as soon as Yu Hai's voice fell, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Then, a cultivator in his forties walked in. This cultivator was wearing a scholar's robe and looked very handsome. However, because of his old age, his handsomeness was different from that of ordinary people. His handsomeness wasn't the kind of handsomeness that looked very threatening, but a kind of handsomeness that had been through the precipitation of time, with a kind of wisdom.
The moment they saw this cultivator, the disciples of the Feng Jian sect all saluted him and said, " "Greetings, martial uncle."
