A moment later, inside the tent.
Zhao Rong changed into a clean, warm robe and lit the candle in front of him.
While wiping the sweat off his neck with a towel, he calmed himself down and focused on the Heart Lake, saying:
"Come out and tell me what's going on just now?"
"What's going on?"
Gui's light laugh came as promised.
"Wasn't it Zhao Rong, the grand prince, planning to dive into the Heart Lake Abyss and battle eighty-one Evil Flood Dragons? Well, to be honest, I've lived so many years and never seen a cultivator as brave as Zhao Rong, daring to face the vicious creatures in the Pool Abyss head-on."
It thought for a moment, "Hmm, even the Confucian sages wouldn't dare, they'd avoid the sharp edge and choose other paths of cultivation. But Zhao Rong is indeed extraordinary."
Facing the Sword Spirit's amazed praises, Zhao Rong pursed his lips without speaking.
Indeed, in the next moment, its tone changed.
