Bai Yuan then turned to the middle-aged man nearby who had remained silent the entire time. "I've studied it a little."
Zhou Siming explained from the side, "This is Yang Qiu, the sole patriarch of the Demon-Mimicking Lineage."
Bai Yuan said, "That's right. I obtained it from Sanka and have practiced it for some time."
"Sanka..."
Yang Qiu muttered the name.
He was well aware of Sanka, that scum who had harmed his own sect members. He had even personally tried to capture Sanka himself.
Suddenly!
Yang Qiu dropped to his knees. "I implore Lord Bai to become the patriarch of the Demon-Mimicking Lineage! We will follow you to the death."
This was so abrupt that the other patriarchs were completely caught off guard.
The patriarch of the Celestial Halberd Race had just struggled back to his feet. He stared at the kneeling Yang Qiu, even more astonished.
Everyone in the Southern Border knew how proud and arrogant Yang Qiu was. To think he would actually kneel to a Profound Person.
