"Familiar?" Emery was curious.

"Have you met Grandmaster Rhys before, Sir Bolts?"

"I must have been mistaken." Woody stroked his beard and gave it some thought, but he couldn't recall anything.

With his memory, he would never have forgotten such a talented martial artist.

It was a rare sight to see a young man become a grandmaster in Dragonmarsh. In normal circumstances, he would never forget such a talent if he had met him before.

That could only mean that they were not acquainted.

"Sir Bolts, you must be tired after traveling this far. Please, have a seat and rest." Emery gestured.

"There's no rush. Let me have a word with the young grandmaster." With that, Woody headed straight for the stage.

Emery frowned briefly before regaining his composure.

The Martial Arts Union became powerful mainly because it attracted talent from all walks of life. Be it good or bad, anyone with skills or unique abilities could join the union if they were strong enough.

Woody had clearly take