Upon hearing the astonishment inside, "From the direct lineage? Weren't they all dead?"
Zhang Xiaohu revealed a bitter smile on his face, but he remained respectful.
Then, a leisurely pace of footsteps was heard from inside. At the doorway, Zhang Xiaohu saw Li Jian, the Master Ancestor in a green robe, with graying hair at his temples. Li Jian's wrinkles were similar to those carved by a knife, well-defined. Except for the temples, his hair was white all over, but his waist still straight, and his eyes even sharper than before. Zhang Xiaohu dared not delay and immediately bent forward to salute, saying, "Disciple Zhang Xiaohu, paying respects to Master Ancestor Li."
Seeing Zhang Xiaohu, Li Jian frowned for a moment, then hesitated, "Are you that disciple with a great age taken in by Ahai?"
Zhang Xiaohu nodded, "Yes, disciple."
