C589 They Were about to Meet Each Other

In the departure lounge of Mingzhou City Airport, a master and his disciple peered through shattered glass at the runway below.

"Master, did you really say that the man from Snow Country is on par with a Grade Seven Martial Artist?" The young disciple's face was etched with doubt as he questioned his master.

"Uh... Yes," the master hesitated, then confirmed with a nod