Old Baldy let out a long sigh.
"Nine Extremes? Hahaha, of course, I know, I also know."
"You are the designated Successor of the Nine Extremes and the last hope for all rebellious Martial Artists."
Yang Fei's heart pounded rapidly.
He sensed an infinite sadness in the old man's words, as if a great secret was about to be revealed.
"I don't know your distinguished name, elder. Have we met before?"
Old Baldy sneered: "Of course, we have met."
"You are the most valiant and outstanding genius under the Martial God's banner, how could I not have met you?"
Yang Fei found Old Baldy's attitude quite strange.
He seemed to deeply admire the Martial God, yet held a subtle hostility towards him.
Yang Fei only hoped the old man would speak a little more, so he might recall something from his lost memory.
At that moment, he remained silent, looking at Old Baldy expectantly.
However, Old Baldy seemed to realize he had misspoken about the Martial God and only sighed deeply.
