"Uncle Sword? How are you? Did you sense any sign of a breakthrough?"
Ning Fengzhi, pale and exhausted, looked at Sword Douluo with an eager expression.
Sword Douluo frowned bitterly as well. He shook his head and said, "No. On the contrary, I feel like my sword heart has been somewhat shattered..."
The two of them had now experienced the agony Yu Yuanzhen had endured for days.
After eating the Shogun's cooking, they had shot into the sky like rockets, blasting straight upward from where they stood.
Fortunately, they had been in the specially arranged residence within Tian Dou Imperial Palace.
If this had happened outside, out on the streets...
Wouldn't they have lost all their dignity if anyone saw them?
Who would have imagined that the sect master of the mighty Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the renowned Sword Douluo would do something like that?
Sword Douluo had devoted his entire life to cultivating only his sword. He had thought that, with his mastery of the sword, he could withstand the side effects of the Shogun's cooking.
Then he had flown into the sky with Ning Fengzhi.
At the time, he and Ning Fengzhi, who was also in the air, had ended up staring face-to-face at each other.
Sword Douluo's Dao heart had nearly shattered. It was simply too humiliating.
It had made him want to die...
He cultivated the sword and nothing but the sword. The hardship and diligence of a sword cultivator were carved into his bones.
To think that he had hoped to improve his strength just by eating a meal—he truly had fallen.
If he ever touched the Shogun's cooking again, he would be a dog crawling on the ground!
Ning Fengzhi's gaze was complicated, and he could not believe it. "Why does it