Chapter 127: Margaret

Inside a grand hall, a barefoot man in a white robe sat calmly on a stone chair. This man was none other than Tundra, the transcendent master who had earlier expressed his desire to take Owen as his disciple. Tundra had even showcased his swordsmanship in front of Owen. "That young one went to Hexadia Mountain?" Tundra asked with interest, looking at an elderly figure standing respectfully below. "Yes," the old man nodded. "A young man who has only been cultivating for a little over twenty years,...