Fang Yan stood there dumbfounded, his eyes filled with shock.
The events of today were just too overwhelming,
so overwhelming that he could hardly digest them.
This sudden appearance of the man in green before him, even though Fang Yan couldn't sense auras, he at least knew this man must be an extremely terrifying figure. Not to mention his father, the patriarch of the Fang family, didn't have such presence, even the steward from the Wind and Thunder Hall earlier was likely far inferior to this man in green.
But, what did this man in green say?
The master he just paid respects to is an ancient warrior from ten thousand years ago?
The master just said that he's a figure from a previous era, initially thinking it meant a few hundred at most a thousand years ago, after all, the Song country has been established for only eight hundred years.
But he never expected that his cheap master would turn out to be an old relic from ten thousand years ago!
