Not a Character in the Book

Two outsiders drank wine from another land.

A Liang spoke first, teasing, "You recovered that quickly? A Pure Martial Artist's physique really is something."

The healing of his sinews, bones, flesh, and blood; the gradual settling of his turbulent soul; the repair and nurturing of his Natal Flying Sword—the speed of all three had indeed exceeded A Liang's expectations somewhat.

Chen Ping'an said helplessly, "When your life hangs by a thread, you can't help feeling some lingering fear."

It was not only sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall who, for various reasons, secretly sent messages to the military camps of the Savage World. There were also cultivators within the Demon Race Army who leaked intelligence to the Sword Qi Great Wall.

After that battle, the Summer Palace had already produced a detailed assessment of the combat strength of the five gifted sword cultivators from Jiashen Tent.

Naturally, the young Yin Guan's trump card of possessing two Natal Flying Swords had surely become known to the many military camps of the Savage World as well.

A Liang joked, "You can't just watch thieves eat meat without watching them get beaten. I understand that much."

For any Outsider, gaining a foothold in the Sword Qi Great Wall was no easy task.

A Liang had been through it himself and understood that deeply.

A Liang rose and stretched lazily. "Come on. I'll take you around the city. A person's heartstrings can't always be wound tight."

Chen Ping'an, standing beside him, had never realized it himself: ever since he began gathering herbs, his breathing, from childhood to adulthood, had always been "following rules."

People breathed in order to live. That was the foremost matter. Nearly every Dao Cultivator began with the two words breathing and exhalation, and since they devoted their entire