1065, how has your boxing become like this?

Upon returning to the Nine Mysteries Sect's residence, Han Muye headed straight for his own courtyard.

The disciples like Wu Quan wanted to follow him inside, but the gate to the courtyard was closed.

"Senior Brother Wu, this, our Uncle-Master is incredible!" The disciple beside Wu Quan's eyes sparkled as he looked at Wu Quan.

"Do you even need to say it?" Wu Quan's expression shifted.

The way Han Muye executed the Nine Mysteries Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms was truly stronger than the teachings the other disciples of the Nine Mysteries Sect received on a daily basis.

Such a formidable expert within the sect, one could not afford to offend him.

"Let's go, let's spend these Source Stones, buy some wine and meat for Uncle-Master, and also exchange them for two pills that replenish Source Power."

Though Wu Quan was arrogant and didn't always follow the rules, he also had some methods and some courage.