The old man walked with his hands behind his back and stopped in front of Feng Jiu with a look of a highly learned person: "Little Scoundrel, do you know how powerful this old man is?"
"Yes, I know." Feng Jiu nodded in response.
At his candid response, the words the old man was going to say suddenly choked up in his throat. He stared and asked: "You really know it? Do you know what kind of existence I have in the Nebula Immortal Sect?"
"Yes, you are the sacred symbol of the Immortal Sect." She smiled, her smile was a sharp contrast to the old man's stare.
"Even when the Sect Master sees me he has to greet me as Senior Brother." He stretched out his hand and stroked his beard as he spoke, putting on the airs of a highly learned man.
"Yes, I know." She nodded and smiled again.
"Since you know that, why don't you want to acknowledge me as your Master?" He stared at her and asked.
