Jiang Li rolled her eyes and said nothing. After Jian Wushuang left, she started to talk.
"I can't see through his future either, but I can be sure of one thing now. The realm of Sword Immortal won't be his end, but his starting point."
Yan Fan took a deep breath when he heard that. "Then it seems like we didn't take this disciple in vain."
"What do you mean your disciple? Didn't you see that he had already decisively rejected you?" Jiang Li rolled her eyes at him again.
He smiled embarrassedly and scratched his head. "So what? If you want to be a master, you have to be thick-skinned. It's very necessary to pester him. I've already left a mark on him. Do you think he can escape from us?"
Jiang Li looked at Yan Fan and then at the endless void. "I'm afraid this is the limit of our lives. Instead of sleeping in this Blood Sea, why don't we leave and pass on our swordsmanship to that little guy so that we can be relieved of the burden our master gave us?"
