A hoarse voice came from behind him. Xu Yunfan turned to see a hunched-backed old man leaning on an Iron Staff, slowly approaching.
The old man wore simple clothes, his exposed chest revealing exceptionally firm muscles. His face was a web of deep wrinkles, but his eyes alone still shone with a sharp light.
He had the look of someone who had achieved Great Mastery of Tendons and Skin—a Second Level Martial Artist.
Xu Yunfan cupped his fist slightly. "My name is Xu Yunfan. I was just passing by and was struck by the extraordinary presence of Divine Weapon Ridge, so I came to take a look."
Upon hearing this, a complex look flashed in the old man's eyes, quickly followed by a bitter smile.
"Extraordinary presence? Heh... The Divine Weapon Ridge of today is nothing like it once was. That sword strike from thirty years ago didn't just cleave the mountain; it broke our spine."
After a moment's hesitation, Xu Yunfan finally pulled the Divine Soldier Token from his robes.
