"Enough with the formalities, junior. No need to praise this Sword Demon for being handsome. Everyone already agrees on that, so there's no need to keep repeating it."
The Taixu Sword Demon stood with his hands on his hips, speaking with utter confidence.
"Haha, did you set your message backwards? Who praised you for being handsome? With that face of yours, you don't even measure up to my toenail."
Li Tianming laughed until he doubled over.
"Fine. Since you're so sincere, even if your looks only reach one percent of mine, you should still count as reasonably handsome among your generation. In that case, I'll reluctantly guide you through a move or two. Watch carefully!"
The Taixu Sword Demon said.
"...!"
This conversation was practically a contest to see whose skin was thicker.
"Stop it!"
Li Tianming directly put away the projection.
Staring at that old lecherous man made his eyes hurt.
"Forget it. I'd better practice the Xiaozhi Sword Art first."
He switched his stellar wheel source power and activated another sword stele.
White mist spread out, and the entire Sword Palace immediately became dreamlike!
The next instant, a peerless beauty in a white dress appeared before Li Tianming. She seemed to float on immortal air, her face cold as frost.
She held a longsword as white as jade. Her eyes, shrouded in white mist, were profoundly distant.
"How beautiful..."
Lin Xiaozhi!
She was practically Jiang Feiling from another era.
Moreover, as a powerhouse and a realm king, she possessed a supreme aura—holy and aloof.
That aura made Li Tianming put away his flippant grin. His face turned solemn as he hurriedly saluted. "Disciple Lin Feng pays respects to Ancestor."
"Practice your sword."
The "One-Sword Goddess," Lin Xiaozhi, said.
The contrast between these two was simply too great. They