Gongsun Manor was dressed in a white robe, devoid of makeup, with swordlike eyebrows exuding heroism. Yet his gaze was indifferent, making him feel more like a sword, an extremely sharp sword.
"You may leave now."
Gongsun Manor looked at Lin Feng, his voice resounding like clashing metal.
Although Lin Feng was curious, he dared not disobey his master's order and vanished into the teleportation array.
"Sit."
Gongsun Manor gestured to Shen Fei as a sword landed behind him. Shen Fei found it amusing; the Sword Immortal even took a sword as a chair.
Without concern, he sat down directly.
"Using a sword as a chair is quite a refined taste, Senior."
"Do you think I am one of those who take the sword as a husband or live and die with the sword?" Gongsun Manor's voice was icy. "A sword is just a sword. All this nonsense about investing emotions in it is crap. A sword is just a tool."
"If it can be used to kill, it can also be used to sit."
Gongsun Manor said indifferently.
