“It is good to be back. Jiànkè He, how fared our sect while I was gone?” asked Zhe Dāozhe.
“Well,” the old man said. That was when he noticed Wu Jian and Youmei standing next to Wu Meiying. “Is this… a new disciple?”
“Indeed! This man is the winner of the tournament. He is extremely skilled at both cultivation and the greatsword, and he wields powers of the Dao of Space,” Zhe Dāozhe said with a great smile.
His words elicited murmurs from the elders behind the old man. Wu Jian picked up most of them with his sharp hearing.
“So he won the tournament?!”
“There has not been a victory outside of the Phoenix Clan in many years.”
“The sect master said he can wield the Dao of Space. I cannot fathom how someone so young can wield such an esoteric art.”
“And he’s at the Deva Realm… yet he looks even younger than Zhe Fēnglì.”