"Young man, are you willing to become my disciple?"
The "Old Master" asked, elevated and beyond the mundane, exuding an aura of an otherworldly Immortal, with every movement radiating a transcendent quality.
"Are you the Old Master?"
Lin Yi asked to confirm the other party's identity.
"Old Master?"
Unexpectedly, the old man dismissed it with disdain, chuckling, "That old coot, in front of me, is just a junior."
With these words, a wave of astonishment spread through the crowd. This old man wasn't the Old Master, yet he dared to belittle him in such a manner. Could he be some ancient relic of the academy?
If that were indeed the case, then he truly had the confidence to speak such arrogant words!
"My main practice is Sword Dao, may I ask if you are proficient in this Dao?"
Lin Yi inquired, not overly concerned whether the other was the master of the Wanling Academy. What he cared about was whether this person could be the mentor he needed.
"Sword Dao?"
