The man standing in front of the yard was an old man in his fifties. His beard was gray, his face was deep wrinkles, his eyes were muddy and he was ignorant. He was hunched over and wearing ordinary clothes, looking a little sloppy, and his body had no spiritual fluctuations. He looked no different from those ordinary people who were serious servants in the inner sect.

A flash of light flashed in Uncle Mute's turbid eyes, but then disappeared.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his voice hoarse and low: "Young Master, long time no see, I didn't expect you to have achieved such a success."

"The master did not read the wrong person. How could the disciples he accepted be ordinary people?"

Uncle Ya is not a mute, he is just taciturn and rarely speaks. When Chen Feng saw him the first time he saw him, his master Yan Qingyu asked him to call him Uncle Ya.

To put it correctly, Uncle Ya should be an old servant next to Yan Qingyu. Chen Feng didn’t know when Uncle Ya followed his master. He only knew that since he was brought back to Qianyuan Sect by Yan Qingyu, Uncle Ya has been staying here forever.

Uncle Ya and Yan Qingyu are named master and servant, but in fact they are like brothers, and he even regards Chen Feng as his own son and nephew.

Chen Feng didn't know how strong Uncle Ya was, because he had never seen Uncle Ya take action.

Chen Feng and Uncle Ya have a very good relationship. He still remembers that his favorite thing when he was a child was riding on Uncle Ya's neck and running around the mountain.

Chen Feng looked around and saw that there was no one around. He quickly opened the yard gate and whispered: "Come on, Uncle Ya, let's go in and talk."

The other three rooms in the yard were closed tightly, and there was no sound. They all went to watch the game and had not come back yet.

Chen Feng brought Uncle Ya to his room and touched his head a little embarrassedly: "Uncle Ya, look at me, there is nothing left in my house."

Uncle Ya smiled lowly: "The family is all over the walls, and you don't indulge in the wealth and honor of the ordinary world. This is the mentality that a warrior should have."

Uncle Ya looked at Chen Feng and showed a hint of praise on his face: "When I left, I was very worried about you. At that time, the master told me, don't think too much, don't worry, how could my Yan Qingyu's apprentice be an ordinary person? Sure enough, the master has not lie. If you haven't seen each other for a few years, you have grown to this point."

"I am very pleased that I am scheming, cautious, and have a very strong strength."

"Thank you for your praise, Uncle Ya." Chen Feng scratched his head embarrassedly, suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, Uncle Ya, why did you leave eight years ago suddenly?!"

Chen Feng still remembers that eight years ago, Uncle Ya suddenly left and disappeared without a trace. He didn't know where he went. He asked his master, but Yan Qingyu didn't say anything.

Uncle Ya sighed, and a look of remembrance appeared in his eyes: "Eight years ago, eight years ago, I went to Daning City."

"Daning City?" Chen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Daning City is a huge city in the entire Danyang County. Its power is mixed and the power of many big families is not inferior to that of sects like Qianyuan Sect.

"I knew you would ask." Uncle Ya said, "Since I'm here today, I will naturally tell you everything about the past years."
Chapter completed!