Xu Zimei smiled.
Looking at Wang Hengzhi, he said, "There are some things that, at your current level, you cannot touch."
"The Old Ancestor's teaching is right," Wang Hengzhi hurriedly bowed his head.
"Now that the Old Ancestor is back, I feel at ease. At least the True Martial Holy Sect will not be easily destroyed."
"The Old Ancestor of the True Martial Holy Sect never left," Xu Zimei glanced obscurely at Grandpa Dao.
"As for so-called destruction,
things in this world, when they reach their peak, must decline.
Without destruction, how can there be a stronger rebirth?"
"So I wonder if the other Ancestors of the True Martial Holy Sect are here?" Wang Hengzhi said.
"There were rumors, I heard rumors saying that,
in that great war, all the Ancestors perished."
"I'm tired," Xu Zimei waved his hand.
Upon hearing this, Wang Hengzhi immediately understood.
