Heaven-fighting Three Strokes
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Shangguan Feiyu led Su Yu deep into the mansion until they were standing in front of a dilapidated wooden hut that looked quite ordinary.
There were waves of divine energies undulating in the surroundings of the wooden hut. It seemed like there were more than three deities protecting it.
An elderly man with a weather-beaten appearance was sitting in front of the wooden house with crossed legs.
Despite doing all he could to conceal his cultivation, the divine energy that he emitted occasionally was extremely pure. Su Yu felt that it was on par with the Merchant God and the Sheng Deity.
A powerful individual like that, no matter what tribe he was put into, he would rise as its king.
However, in the Shangguan mansion, he was only a gatekeeper.
Judging from the greatness of the Shangguan mansion, this wooden hut was of paramount importance.
"Get in. How much you can attain depends on your own luck," Shangguan Feiyu said.