Ji Yanzhong found it amusing that he had only realized the superior root bone of the boy after he began teaching him basic Martial Arts skills.
Decades had passed since then, the once wealthy Ji Yanzhong had now become a white-haired old man, and the youth, full of vigor back then, had become a famous general known throughout the Martial World, no weaker than him. At this moment of departure, Ji Yanzhong was unable to capture any trace of him.
But was it really him?
Ji Yanzhong placed the Chi Xiao Sword back into its new sword box, his face full of conflict.
Although the Red Emperor in his youth had been idle, having been a Ranger in his young days, now eight hundred years had passed since his reign began, who in the world did not know of the Red Emperor's boundless enthusiasm? Chi Xiao Sword, Chi Xiao Sword, don't really choose a bandit or a thief.
His face full of conflict, he hoped that Yue Qianfeng was the chosen one by the Chi Xiao Sword.
And also hoped he was not.
