"I wonder if I can ever find another disciple like Xiaoning."
"Sigh, by the way, how is the matter we discussed coming along?"
"The matter of the Sword Division Pavilion?"
"This needs to be..."
The elders were chatting when they saw Wei Ning approaching, with a young man following behind.
The young man walked and stopped intermittently, looking at the surroundings, seemingly nostalgic.
Wei Ning instructed Zhang Ze to stand there, then walked over to his master and whispered a few words, then shook his head, indicating he didn't understand.
"You, come here." An old man with a white beard gestured to Zhang Ze.
"Please speak, senior." Zhang Ze obediently came over without any fear.
The questions Wei Ning had asked earlier were repeated by the elders.
Zhang Ze answered them one by one as usual, then just like before, a long sword was handed to him, but this time his opponent was Wei Ning's master.
