Looking at the swordsman in front of him with a scar on his face and a longsword hanging at his waist, Xiang Rong felt as if he was in another world.
If it weren't for the fact that the other party suddenly showed up, he would have almost forgotten that he had such a disciple here. After all, compared to the great cause of restoring the Chu Dynasty, a mere disciple was really too insignificant to mention — but looking at the familiar demeanor of the other party and the seemingly familiar sword at his waist, some dormant memories inevitably surged to the forefront of his mind.
It was during the time he was traveling the world, when he had come to Beiji, that he stumbled upon an orphan of bandits by chance. At that time, he was planning to stay in Beiji for a while, so he raised him and taught him some things casually.
