"Don't be surprised, this is just a remnant thought I've left behind. With the opening of the Secret Realm, it won't be long before it completely dissipates. By then, I should be completely gone. I wonder if in a thousand years, anyone will still remember me?"
The hazy figure spoke softly, their voice gentle, like the chants of a Martial Artist from the Buddha Domain.
Zhong Lin dared not be negligent, as he sought the inheritance of the entity, he respectfully bowed and said, "Zhong Lin of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, greets Wuhuang."
"I sense the aura of the Origin Sword Platform Fetus on you. Are you a Sword Pavilion Disciple?"
"Wuhuang's insight is indeed penetrating."
"Ha ha, no need to be so cautious with me. I mentioned I'm just a remnant thought." Wuhuang chuckled as he spoke.
