Mu Chen rubbed his nose. 'Looks like I really am too naive. I still have a long, long way to go.' He looked down at the Profound Jade Fan in his hand, which made him think of the Profound Old Ghost. 'If that old man were here, I might be even stronger by now.' But as soon as the thought appeared, Mu Chen shook it from his mind. That was dependency. If he always relied on others, he could never be called a true master, no matter how strong he became.
"Alright... I'll stop here for now. It's early, and you haven't even had breakfast yet." Lingyun flipped her hand over, quickly stowing the Cyan Blade in her ring. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and asked, "How heavy is your fan? It felt incredibly heavy to me."
Mu Chen smiled and handed the Profound Jade Fan to Lingyun. Startled, Lingyun subconsciously took it. The moment it was in her hand, she felt as if a great mountain had been dropped on her. With a loud THUD, the Profound Jade Fan fell to the ground.
