Seeing Xiang Yang's crisp, decisive reply, Linglong smiled in satisfaction, then shook her head. "Very good. Since you have agreed, our cooperation is temporarily established. But whether it can continue will depend on whether you can stay alive.
You killed Eight Leaves, offending Shi Fayuan, the Ku Hai lineage's master, and you have also forged a grudge with Dao Qianqiu. You had best hide for the time being and avoid confronting them head-on.
I would not want you to be killed halfway through, forcing me to find another collaborator. After all, trustworthy people with decent martial arts are truly few."
"That need not trouble you. On the third day of the third month next year, at Mo Mountain in Kang Province, I will definitely arrive on time."
Xiang Yang did not take it to heart. To be honest, if Dao Qianqiu did not come looking for him, he happened to want to seek Dao Qianqiu out and discuss the Dao of the blade, so that he could find a way to advance into the realm of the Forgetful Blade.
If one harbored fear and dared not accept challenges or threats, how could one improve? How could one grow stronger?
It was like giving up eating for fear of choking. Would a person stop eating simply because he feared choking? Of course not.
By the same token, Xiang Yang would not abandon the pursuit of strength out of fear of death or danger. Dao Qianqiu might have an inexpressible entanglement with him because of Eight Leaves' death, but he was also Xiang Yang's best opponent at present.
For a time, neither spoke. Beyond this, there was truly nothing else for them to say to each other.
At last, the young girl Linglong nodded to Xiang Yang. Still riding her little donkey