Within Shenyuan Temple.
Spiders on the temple beams spun webs, threads forming a cohesive pattern.
The web of thoughts in Sect Hierarch Ren's mind, however, turned into a mess at his daughter's words.
Apart from the flipping of the Yang Manual, there was not a single noise.
Xiang Wentian felt emotions from his formidable patriarch that he had never shown before.
The once overlord of the martial world seemed to feel a hint of defeat.
Sect Hierarch Ren usually commented on any Jianghu People's name, no matter their strength, but when had he ever been this silent?
"Yingying... you said this Sword God of Xiaoxiang is about your age?"
Ren Woxing looked at his daughter, blooming with the beauty of a 29-year-old, and frowned as he asked again to confirm he had not misheard.
"Yes."
Ren Yingying added, "This person... he's not only young, he also looks tender."
Ren Woxing saw Xiang Wentian nodding, then clapped the Yang Manual closed: "Impressive, truly a rare genius."
