"Master, you just said this person possesses a quality similar to his father's, may I ask who his father is?"
The air in the courtyard seemed unusually restless, and Yan Zhen hurriedly shifted his attention, taking the initiative to ask.
The youth in black smiled, "A very powerful, extremely powerful person. I have only seen him once. At that time, although I did not cross swords with him, I knew I was no match for him."
Yan Zhen was even more astonished. Since his master made his debut, when had he not swept through his enemies from all sides? Was there really someone he lacked confidence in defeating? Could it be someone from...
"You don't need to guess wildly, he is an outsider from beyond the heavens, but definitely not someone who descends from that mountain. With my current strength, I truly don't fear those few old fellows, hehe."
Yan Zhen's mouth hung open wide enough to fit a fist, overwhelmed with shock, his chest nearly burst with excitement and pride.