Luo Jiutian looked at Ye Chen, a faint curve flashing at the corner of his lips, and said, "You're reasonably quick-witted, just a bit too full of little schemes."
Ye Chen raised his head.
His face wore an honest, simple expression.
Luo Jiutian: "Drop the act."
Ye Chen: "Master, this is my genuine true feelings naturally overflowing."
Luo Jiutian let out a chuckle and said, "Do you know where the Nine Heavens Sword Manual came from?"
Ye Chen: "Master, with your peerless talent, you created it yourself!"
Luo Jiutian gave Ye Chen a sideways glance—at least he knew how to talk—and nodded, saying, "There are nine heavens in the Divine Realm, and my inheritance also has nine heavens!"
Ye Chen's face showed shock and admiration: "Master, what a grand ambition. One man, one sword, and you intend to stand against the nine heavens of the Divine Realm!"
Flattering people—he was very practiced at it.
