The sword spirit laughed warmly, "What thought?"
The young Confucian scholar's tone was rare, refined, and polite:
"Even if I die, I'll still land a punch on this old beast."
The sword spirit laughed heartily.
...
Soon, the brief exchange between Zhao Rong and Gui at Heart Lake was interrupted by the commotion outside…
Inside the bamboo grove courtyard, it was silent.
In front of the tea table, there was a young Confucian scholar, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, and an elderly Confucian scholar.
Some were sitting, and others were standing, making for an eerie atmosphere.
Not far from them, there was a girl wanting to turn her head and a trembling, crystalline small sword.
Frozen in place.
The former was strenuously narrowing her gaze at the elderly Confucian scholar who suddenly reached the Golden Core Realm.
The girl's eyes brimmed with murderous intent and anger.
