Looking at the Sect Leader of the Saint Sect kneeling on one knee, Wang Jiu felt this scene was familiar, yet he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
The memory of the Celestial Divine Sword was flawless—perfect for retaining effective information. For someone who values efficiency, even with abundant resources, he wouldn't waste them on remembering ineffective information. Therefore, during his decades as a human, any memory unrelated to the Sword Dao and battle was deliberately forgotten by him. Seeing the Sect Leader kneeling on one knee only invoked a sense of déjà vu, sending him into deep thought.
The Sect Leader of the Saint Sect was equally persistent, holding a golden blood drop, silently waiting for Wang Jiu's final response.
