After bidding farewell to Farmer Zhao Xian, Tang Luo returned to the room prepared for him at Martial Saint Mountain, and it wasn't long before there was a hurried knock on the door.
Upon opening it, he saw an embarrassed-looking Old Master Xu, seemingly at a loss.
"Come in first," invited Tang Luo, ushering Old Master Xu into the room and closing the door tightly behind him before asking, "What's the matter? Has something gone wrong with Yankong?"
"Ah, nothing gets past you," Old Master Xu chuckled dryly, "Who could have thought that right after the quad-directional arena ended, that monk would run off? Thankfully, I placed a sword imprint in the Medicine Valley, but the monk's divine footwork is so advanced that I didn't have time to inform you before I chased after him. We fought several times, but then I lost him."
With all the sword intents of the heavens and the Divine Sword and Divine Armor to aid him, he still lost?
"That monk is that powerful?"
