C365 The Master of the Iron Fist the Master of the Godly Fist!

A middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe settled comfortably on the living room sofa. His attire was somewhat outdated, topped with a black hat that seemed to hail from a decade past. Yet, he sat in the upscale villa's living room without a hint of unease, as relaxed as if he were in his own home.

"Are you the Master Divine Fist?" Huang Zhen sat across from Divine Fist, eyeing him skeptically