The old man was laughing heartily, so much so that clear tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes.
"Senior, may I know your name?"
Shen Yinuo greeted with a clenched fist.
"Wan Zhonghui, have you heard of it?"
The old man said.
Shen Yinuo's delicate body trembled slightly and a astonished look appeared, she said, "Are you the Sword Saint Wan Zhonghui, the last person to achieve He Dao in the Dagu Dynasty?"
"I didn't imagine that after thousands of eras, there's still someone who remembers my name."
The old man sighed.
"Your name has been passed down among the descendants of Dagu, how could the younger generation not know? Even after ten thousand eras, it will not be forgotten."
Shen Yinuo said.
"Haha, the little girl sure knows how to talk."
Wan Zhonghui laughed heartily and asked, "What's your name, young lady?"
"Shen Yinuo, Yinuo as in a promise of gold."
Shen Yinuo said.
"Your surname is Shen? Why isn't it Wan?"
