Zhang Yan's hair was entirely white. Looking at Zhao Ci, he said earnestly, "Moon Gazing Continent has no future. The Moro Clan simply cannot be resisted.
"You might as well become my disciple and join Azure Wave World."
"Senior, when I was young, I swore that I would never take a master in this life. And if I did, it would be the strongest, the Faceless Sword God!" Zhao Ci's gaze was resolute.
He had grown up listening to tales of the Faceless Sword God. He revered—almost fanatically—the Faceless Sword God who had turned the tide and fought three thousand Extraterrestrial Demons alone.
"Hmph!" Zhang Yan snorted coldly. "How shallow your knowledge is. Moon Gazing Continent's Heavenly Dao is incomplete. Its strongest experts are merely at the Divine Infant realm.
"No matter how strong the Faceless Sword God is, he is only an unconventional Purple Mansion cultivator.
"As for this old man, I have hope of stepping into the Purple Mansion in this lifetime.
"If that Faceless Sword God who knows neither heaven nor earth appeared before me, how could he withstand a single Origin Divine Power of mine?"
Zhao Ci said nothing.
He knew he could not persuade Zhang Yan.
"Oh, right. Your third brother was preparing to secretly welcome that so-called Blood Robe Sword God when Hu Mang carved him into a human stick," Zhang Yan said lightly.
Zhao Ci's hands stiffened, and the water in the basin rippled.
A mist of water seemed to rise before his eyes as well.
His third brother... had been upright and helpful. When they were young, he had often taken Zhao Ci out riding horses.
Now, he had been carved into a human stick—his hands and feet chopped off, his eyeballs gouged out, his vocal cords pierced through, his ears stabbed