“His strength is astonishing. Unbelievable for his age,” marveled Ma Tianxiong. He stepped forward as if he had just discovered a masterpiece, his wrinkled face a mask of unabashed admiration as he scrutinized Wei Yixian, much to the visible discomfort of the handsome boy at his side.
“Greetings, Grandfather. I am Wei Yixian of the Shadow Devil Wing,” Yixian said calmly, offering a shallow bow with his hands clasped in a fist salute.
Silence
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