Inside the Martial Saint Palace, Qin Wushuang stood quietly. Before Martial Saint decided to speak, he would remain silent.
However, inwardly, Qin Wushuang was in turmoil. Regardless of the former or the present world, it was the first time where he had encountered such a strong temperament and power.
Although Qin Wushuang was very confident and outstanding, he could vividly feel a gulf existed between him and Martial Saint.
"Seventeen years old, with your power alone, you won against the Wealthy Xu and forced the Xi Men Feudal Lords into a compromise. You acquired first place in the national martial arts student exam. Haha, in the history of the Bai Yue Country, not even offspring of the Royal families have achieved such alluring result. Qin Wushuang, you are exceptional.”
Finally, the Martial Saint had opened his mouth to speak. Although he praised him, his tone retained that same feeling of lightness.
