Chong Limò looked around and, sure enough, spotted a young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes. His sword bones seemed ready to pierce through his body—a natural sword Dao body that could not be hidden even if he tried.
"Ha ha!"
"Li Mingyuan, I knew you bastard submitted in word but not in heart!"
Chong Limò walked up to the young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, patted his shoulder, and laughed heartily. "You said you were doing it for the entire Li household and were willing to die. So what now? Didn't you still cultivate the Supreme Great Sun Sword Scripture!"
The two had a fairly good relationship.
Within the Great Dream Sword Realm, everyone faced a crisis of life and death, so they communicated frequently and few hid their secrets. Thus, everyone's talents were laid bare.
Though they were all Qi Refining geniuses, there were still higher and lower among them.
Among them, Li Mingyuan and Chong Limò were like awls thrust from a bag. Whenever they discussed the Dao with the others, they offered unique insights, drawing each other in. They had become quite familiar and could be considered fellow Daoists.
"Brother Chong, do not laugh at me."
"At the threshold between life and death, who can see through it?"
Li Mingyuan smiled bitterly.
He had hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he had still embarked upon this road of nine deaths and one life rather than willingly stepping into the Dao Fruit, where ten deaths meant no life at all.
In this life, aside from his family, he should live a little for himself too, shouldn't he?
"That great enemy of yours should be above Spirit Transformation, right?"
"Did they notice anything?"
After teasing him for a while, Chong Limò turned