Five burly bodyguards were thrown out, vomiting blood, unconscious.
An elderly man with a head full of white hair and billowing sleeves stood respectfully in front of Shen Zhou.
He, slightly bowed, with hands clasped together, his expression solemn!
"Master, I have arrived, my protection is belated, please forgive my many sins, do you...still remember me?"
Lifting his wrinkled face, he looked at the young man before him, majestic in bearing.
With a wave of emotion, "Master looks the same as fifty years ago, still so young, yet this old servant has already..."
Shen Zhou interrupted him, "You arrived so soon? I really didn't want to use your old bones."
"Absolutely not!"
The elderly man quickly said, "Master is unparalleled through the ages, serving before and after your horse is my honor. Now that you have reemerged into the world, for the small fries of the martial world, this old servant shall sweep them away, so as not to dirty your hands."
