Lord San Shen

　　Ming Feizhen didn't have so much as a drip of blood on him, but his strike which caused all the blood inside Zhao Qi's body to spray into the atmosphere was vividly seen, so his words only added to their confusion, and contributed nothing towards enhancing the credibility of his words.

　　The strong man was scared beyond his wits: "G-great hero, since you've retired, why do you still care about matters in the martial world?"

　　"You're wrong. I don't care about the martial world's matters, but if it involves the Divine Moon Sect, then it's my business."

　　The strong man cried aloud, reached out for the sabre Zhao Qi left behind and cut his throat. Finally, his corpse fell to the ground. He didn't die too painfully.

　　Ming Feizhen turned his attention to Tian Wen.

　　"You're the most honest and earnest one in Lan Jun Zhu Kong, that's why you're still alive, and even became a bishop. Those two don't know me, but you met me back then. Do you still not recognise me?"

　　Tian Wen s.h.i.+vered like he was buried in ice.

　　He didn't use witchcraft to kill Zhao Qi, he killed him using martial arts. It was a style that would terrify anyone who heard of it.

　　He'd seen that style before. There are no more than three people in the world who can use that style, but he only knew of one person who could use it on such a G.o.d-tier level. And the young man before him slowly fit the image of the person he knew of.

　　"Spring Wind Night Rain Divine Arts… Y-you're Lord San Shen… Sir… Sir Ming?"

　　"Oh? You can recognise me without my mask? It looks like there are still some who remember me."

　　Ming Feizhen gave a friendly laugh. His laugh was so nice it was like bathing in the spring breeze. His tone and att.i.tude were the exact same as the person back then.

　　Tian Wen's eyes suddenly felt warm as he said: "I remember, I remember! But didn't you already, already…"

　　"Die? Guardian Lord San Shen and Sect Leader Ximen both died in the battle four years ago at Lawless and Boundless, is what you thought, right?"

　　"The heavens have blessed out sect!"

　　Tian Wen dragged his virtually incapacitated body over and knelt before Ming Feizhen: "The heavens have blessed out sect! The heavens have blessed out sect!"

　　He kept repeating that phrase until he was choking on his tears and eventually became a silent whisper.

　　"Men can cry but shouldn't prostrate themselves so easily. Bishop Tian, what are you doing?" He didn't know whether he was supposed to laughed or cried at Tian Wen's reaction. Ming Feizhen came here to get rid of the disciples running amok.

　　"I… I'm just so glad. Our sect will one day have its glorious revival with you still alive." Tian Wen got sadder after saying that. He continued: "But, my lord… Why, why didn't you appear sooner if you were alright? Our great leader died unjustly. The sects of justice poisoned the well which killed our great leader's wife and kid. They then continued to challenge him while he was grieving and insulted all of us. They angered our great leader to death."