Thunder Palm bowed low, his forehead pressing against the ground as he spoke to the old man, his voice filled with a mix of fear and desperation. "Master. The kid… He killed Stone Ox and Iron Fang. I saw it with my own eyes. Everything happened in front of me."
The old man stood in silence for a moment, his expression inscrutable as he pondered Thunder Palm's words. His eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and calculating as he considered the implications of what he had just heard. "I find it hard to believe," he said finally, his voice cold and measured. "The boy's physique, his Qi, his cultivation realm—they are all far too low. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to leave so much as a scratch on Stone Ox."
"Master, I swear on the life of the one I hold most dear in this world—my sister, Mi-Na—that what I speak is the truth. The kid killed Stone Ox and Iron Fang. He is not of this world. He is of god's descent, sent by the gods themselves."
