"Grades and ranks of three, six, and nine, where the higher suppresses the lower?" Mo Hua looked puzzled, "Why have I never heard of this kind of differentiation within the Taixu Gate?"
"Taixu Gate?" Yu Canghai was momentarily taken aback, somewhat surprised, "You are actually a disciple of the Taixu Gate?"
Mo Hua nodded.
Yu Canghai sighed, "No wonder..."
He is, after all, a disciple of one of the Eight Great Sects.
He often heard that the Taixu Gate had declined in recent years, with each generation of disciples being less competent than the last.
Yet unexpectedly, meeting a disciple of the Taixu Gate at random outside revealed such an unfathomable strength.
It seems that most of the rumors in this world are untrue.
The Taixu Gate, being a branch of an ancient sect, indeed has unfathomable roots and a deep legacy...
Yu Canghai couldn't help but view the Taixu Gate with newfound respect.
He sighed again and slowly said,
