1055 Master 2 (1/2)

Despite being the younger version of herself, how could the 25th White Mother not recognize her own disciple? Just like the spirits, she was well aware of what her main body, or in this case, main soul experienced.

However, she could only sigh. She very much wanted the world to know that this was her disciple, but she was also highly intelligent. The fact Dyon was wearing a mask right now only meant one thing: he wanted to hide his identity.

That said, this wouldn't stop her from communicating with Dyon quietly.

”Why do you look so sad? Is your master's appearance so ugly?” The 25th White mother joked.

Dyon couldn't help but chuckle lightly. He liked this version of his master, she still retained much of her youthfulness. It was just unfortunate that he couldn't communicate with her back without speaking aloud.

”Of course not. If Senior wasn't already married, I would definitely take senior as my wife.”

The surrounding geniuses couldn't believe their ears. Cullen had just now fallen into a depression because he even slightly alluded to such a thing, but this mysterious masked man didn't have any qualms at all!

The most shocking part was that they had all tried their luck to get the 25th White Mother to appear, showing off their abilities and talents one by one, yet all he had done was bow?!

It was at that moment that they remembered, this masked man was known as a weapon's crafting genius. Or, rather, everyone assumed that he was given the bandaged package on his back. Therefore, his soul talent had to be the reason she appeared so quickly. Right?

However, at this point, they all sneered inwardly. With his words just now, how could he still have the right to earn her legacy? This was no different than insulting the 25th White Mother.

Who didn't know how seriously women of the martial world had to take their reputation? Aside from those who followed seductive paths of cultivation, no woman dared to be loose with her words, nor with the words she accepted. There was no shortage of jealous men waiting in the wings to insult the women who rejected them. They were disgusting low-lives, yes, but they still existed.