Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

Inside a huge makeshift tent, the Moonlight Stone's soft moonlight shined, emitting a yellowish glow.    

A white haired old man sat in front of an ancient wooden tea table.    

This old man had a benevolent face and an amiable appearance. However, he was the mysterious old man who was mixed in the crowd earlier.    

At this moment, five to six disciples of the manor stood before him respectfully with their hands held behind their backs.    

The white-haired old man took a sip of tea, then stroked his white goatee as he glanced at them with a smile.    

"Do you know Dia'er's husband?"    

After a long time.    

The white-haired old man slowly asked them.    

"Ugh …" When the few of them heard this, they looked at each other before shaking their heads at him. They respectfully replied, "Grandfather, we have never heard of it before. Where did it come from?"    

"So, it was Die'er who had the pinch?" he asked softly.    

"Grandfather, this grandson doesn't feel like he was pinched by a Hu; instead, it feels like it's real!" At this time, the only woman in the manor spoke to him.    

"Oh!"    

Hearing this, the white-haired old man was surprised for a moment. Then, he became interested and asked with a smile, "How do you know?"    

"Grandfather, grandson is a girl. I've observed Big Sister Die'er carefully before as she looked at the countryside …" Uh, that kid … "Uh, no, it's that man with tender eyes. I think there must be a relationship between the two of them. It's just that we don't know about it!"    

When these words came out, the other Zhuang Family s secretly nodded their heads in agreement.    

"Hehe, exactly where did Die'er find such a sturdy man with The Foundation of Martial Arts?" Immediately, the white-haired old man stroked her beard as she talked to herself.    

Hearing this, the few of them looked at each other and nodded, as if they were trying to understand something.    

Immediately after, an older Zhuang Family opened his mouth and asked the white-haired old man, "Grandfather, do you want this grandson to ask Little Butterfly about it?"    

Hearing that, the white-haired elder shook his head, "There's no need. There's a high possibility that she is currently healing the younger generation. If you go, it would be equivalent to disturbing her." Furthermore, Die'er has already grown up, and can make decisions in the future. In grandfather's opinion, she'll tell us sooner or later, and we'll just let nature take its course! "    

"Ugh …" Hearing this, everyone hesitated for a moment before probing, "But grandfather, is that brat from …"    

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a hand gesture from the white-haired old man, "Did you not hear what grandpa just said to you? That junior's The Foundation of Martial Arts is not bad, and is many times more outstanding than yours. Grandfather does not care about his origin, as long as he has the potential to develop in the future! "    

Hearing this, the few of them did not say anything else.    

After they left, the white-haired old man continued to drink the tea in his cup and a smile filled his face.    

"Ha ha!"    

He chuckled again.    

He muttered to himself, "It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting junior. He's clearly at the seventh level of the Congenital Realm, but he's hiding his cultivation within the first level of the Congenital Realm." But even so, to actually give a ectopic stage Ranker such a long period of time, whether it's mental state, cultivation, foundation, martial skills, they are all not bad, your potential can be said to be great! "    

"If my guess is not wrong, the reason Die'er suddenly rushed back from the outside and clamored to join Hundred Trials, should be because of this junior!"    

"Haha, Die'er is truly astute. If she were to bring such a good martial cultivation seedling from The Foundation of Martial Arts into our manor, she would have truly made a great contribution!"