"Did I really not know the pain within Zhang Ziliang's Sword Cultivation Technique?"
"Heh."
"Would the Six Imperials' Wang, who cultivated a sword, be looking forward to it?"
"I will replicate the brilliance of Zhang Ziliang's strike, perhaps even go a step further."
Zhao Hai looked out the window and muttered to himself. A faint smile hung at the corner of his lips. Under the sunlight, his face seemed somewhat pale.
If he lost, Zhao Hai would die.
If he won, the prosperous age would no longer need Zhao Hai.
Guanyin needed atonement. Was Zhao Hai truly innocent?
Back in the Heavenly Court, who had been innocent? Zhao Hai himself had merely been one of those in the darkness.
Li Changgeng was already dead, and Zhao Hai would not live much longer either.
The Sword Cultivation Technique was his final destination.
After Zhang Ziliang's sword strike, he had floated in midair. The final words he left for this world had been meant for Zhao Hai.
There had only been two words.
"Handsome?"
Zhang Ziliang had not had the chance to say what came after, nor had there been any need to say it. But Zhao Hai understood.
What he meant.
It was—
"Handsome?"
Why not cultivate it too?
Zhang Ziliang's heart had ultimately belonged to humanity. After the prosperous age arrived, Zhao Hai would be the greatest threat. How could that most unstable factor be eliminated?
The Sword Cultivation Technique.
Once cultivated, death would come sooner or later. That was the real poison.
It could kill people and eliminate future trouble.
Zhang Ziliang had not said it, but Zhao Hai understood.
Especially after recovering his talent, Zhao Hai had already realized that the Sword Cultivation Technique was his final destination.
Had Zhang Ziliang truly not poisoned him?
Perhaps.
"Little fox,