For the second time, Kai Syaoran met the sect master. The middle-aged man sat opposite Kai Syaoran in silence. He simply looked him over, as though trying to figure out his secrets. He wanted to make sense of what had happened. He wanted to see through what the person before him was made of. He did not believe that some nobody from a village in the world could possibly be this talented. What Kai Syaoran had just done was something that had not been achieved by anyone since the Myriad Immortal, one of the most powerful beings to have ever walked this earth.
Even though the Myriad Sword Spell was widespread and anyone could get their hands on it without even spending a single immortal coin, no one had ever reached the level that the Beast Master had just showcased.
The sect master had already been suspicious of what went on in the West Han Dynasty, and this incident cemented his suspicions.
