Stunned.
Wang Jixuan sat on a white cloud, staring blankly at the giant sword lying on his knees.
The sword hilt, Little Sang's phantom sat cross-armed and annoyed there, furious about the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable pulling it out without its permission.
Compared to Little Sang losing her body and home,
Wang Jixuan seems to have lost even more...
Something seemed to have been stripped from him just now.
His Sword Dao, from practicing Sword Control Technique at Wangxian Valley to his thousand-year understanding of Sword Dao during his sixteen thousand years of slumber, was shattered and obliterated in an instant.
Yet, his Tao Foundation became purer, and his Primordial Spirit seemed poised to transform.
How did this happen?
The new teacher is a bit too domineering!
