Upon hearing this, both Long Zixuan and Lu Rang were exceptionally surprised.
Was this enigmatic old man before them not the legendary master from the tales?
But... someone else?
Little Li?
Moreover, the senior's words suggested a tone of respect towards this "Little Li."
"Little… Little Li?"
Long Zixuan spoke up.
"Heh, yes, Little Li,"
Elder Zhao said with a smile, "Little Li is all-powerful; he is a master of eighteen kinds of martial arts. Without his help, my old bones would probably be long gone."
In fact, many of the tools in Elder Zhao's home were crafted with the help of Li Fan, including the dragon head cane, water ladles, and even the fruit trees were planted by Li Fan himself.
Long Zixuan and Lu Rang were instantly astounded!
In their minds, the strength of the old man before them was inconceivable; any object could be an immortal artifact, and any tree could be a holy tree, surely a peerless master.