"Lu Yuanxiu?"
Xiang Bao paused, chopsticks in hand, and blurted out, "Of course I've heard of him. Elder Lu was a man of extraordinary talent. He won the grand tournament twice before he was thirty."
"Later, he became the Sect Leader, reached the Innate Realm, and became a Grandmaster of his generation. The Celestial Frost Fist you practice was passed down by him."
Zhao Lin said in surprise, "He was that incredible?"
Xiang Bao's expression turned serious. "Of course. Elder Lu was the most outstanding martial artist in the Great Yue for the past two hundred years. No one in the three major sects could surpass him."
"Amazing!"
A question suddenly occurred to Zhao Lin. "Brother Xiang, I remember seeing the memorial tablets of past Sect Leaders in the main halls of the Wuxiang Institute and the inner courtyard. Why isn't Elder Lu's name among them?"
