"Originally, I was only one step away, unrelated to those little devils. Daoist Tianfu, may I spar with you briefly." Wang Longhu sat down, didn't exchange pleasantries, and directly addressed Daoist Tianfu.
"Cough cough cough!" Tianwu immediately choked and coughed.
As an elder of Wudang, he naturally knew more.
The current era might have fewer people practicing martial arts, but their generation with the celestial character still had prodigies.
For example, his senior brother beside him, Daoist Tianfu, was a modern Huajin Grandmaster.
In their previous generation, like Daoist Xuanzhen, they were all nearly a few decades or even a hundred-year-old modern Grandmasters, living fossils indeed.
Someone with that level of skill would rather not engage, as physical limitations make full-force battles consume life energy, making it impossible to live as long.
Huajin Grandmasters are not immortalized; though they possess unimaginable power, the world has its rules.
