No possession, no earth-shattering battle, or any heaven-defying conspiracy.
Two disciples of the Sword Sect, separated by many generations, stood in the deserted square, chatting about trivial matters.
"Is the Sword Sect still around?" Wei Zhuang asked.
"Still around, and doing well. Now the East Continent is divided, our Sword Sect's territory is the largest..."
This time Zhang Ze spoke thoroughly, without exaggeration, simply narrating the major events that occurred over the years step by step.
"How does the Sword Sect regard me these days?"
When Zhang Ze finished speaking, Wei Zhuang asked an odd question.
Hearing this, Zhang Ze felt conflicted, unsure of how to respond.
It's not that Wei Zhuang's reputation is bad, but there's simply no evaluation.
In the Sword Sect, there are actually no records related to Wei Zhuang.
Although Zhang Ze isn't well-versed in his family's history, he's not so bad as to forget a name.
