Yuan Shaogang looked at the cracked cup on the stone table and then at Yuan Renhong, filled with envy!
His talent for cultivation was poor; he had only reached the level of Dark Force and had given up on cultivation to become the head of the Yuan Family. But in his heart, he greatly envied his father, such a powerful expert in the Martial Arts world!
"Father, who is the Pure Yang Master?"
This was the first time Yuan Shaogang had heard the old man mention this name.
The old man's laughter faded, and he had a servant bring over another pot of tea.
"Shaogang, take a seat."
The two of them sat in the stone pavilion. After the servant had poured them each a cup of tea, he left.
The old man from the Yuan Family stared at the tea on the stone table, his gaze slightly lost in memories.
"Shaogang, you weren't alive during that era, so you don't recognize him, but all those from the Martial Arts world who lived in that era knew of his existence."
