Li Yu, Village Chief of Zhonghuang Stronghold, had been a renowned powerhouse several hundred years ago.
Legends of him slaying demons and traveling between kingdoms still circulated among the many ancient nations.
Qin Feng never imagined he would meet this legendary hero here.
"Junior Brother Qin Feng, we've received orders to handle the cleanup for you!"
The Li Yu of today no longer possessed the dashing, handsome appearance recorded in the books. He now looked like a weather-beaten old man, his face etched with the vicissitudes of life.
He appeared exceptionally kind and wise, though a hint of majesty occasionally flashed in his eyes.
In truth, for someone at the Great Power Realm, maintaining a youthful appearance wasn't difficult. However, not all Martial Artists chose to look young.
Li Yu was a Saint, wreathed in the Laws of the Saint Dao. He felt like an immense, imposing star.
An aura that shared the same stellar origin made Qin Feng nod inwardly.
