Qin Ming's body tensed. He keenly felt how dangerous the greater environment of the Night Fog World was. While he sat in meditation within the secret chamber, someone had appeared right beside him without his knowledge.
Had this person simply struck him down ruthlessly, perhaps days would have passed before anyone discovered he had died tragically inside. Even as a supreme Grandmaster, Qin Ming now felt an overwhelming lack of security. Was this his grandfather?
He did not know. The face was identical, but that aura, the innate authority of a peerless expert, formed a stark contrast with his childhood memories. Qin Ming rose and bowed to this person.
Even if the man was not his grandfather, he was still worthy of receiving this bow. After all, he was the true source of the Silk Scripture technique. Qin Ming had taken this method as his foundational scripture, studying it diligently until now, and could be said to have benefited tremendously.
The door of the secret chamber opened silently. Yao Cangyan walked in, and the entire room seemed to darken. The Sun Stones taken from the Fire Springs were suppressed until they nearly extinguished.
These two fearsome old-timers were like two completely opposite extremes. Qin Zhaogu bathed in the light of longevity. Though his face was aged, he radiated vigorous vitality.