Bab 496: One Origin White Sword

"This generation of disciples are not bad. They can inherit the legacy of the common people path. Junior nephew Han has run things well…"

Within the school palace's main hall, a female voice rang out. It was like a silver bell, cold but filled with majesty.

Hanfang sat solemnly. As someone at the peak of the god realm, within the common people palace, he had the utmost power. At this moment, however, he was like a rat that saw a cat, looking respectful and serious.

When he heard those words he bowed in gratitude, "Senior master praises me too much!"

He called out senior master. However, within the hall, apart from him, there was no one else.

Who knows where that female voice came from.

"It is your credit, so why do you need to be humble? You have always been arrogant so when did you start to learn from those Confucian fellows to become such a humble guy?"

Another female voice suddenly rose, filled with mocking intent.