Disciple's Disciple

Deathbound Winter glanced at Zhou Leng, who was healing his injuries, then extended a claw, picked up the Star-Slaying Sword, and examined it closely before him.

"Worthy of a True King's sword. It's powerful, but far too small. It's not even enough to pick my teeth with—" He shook his head and put it back.

In the distance, the Giants watched Deathbound Winter with fear.

Only Li Shenkong stared at the Star-Slaying Sword, his expression complicated.

Just what power had Zhou Leng infused into the Star-Slaying Sword?

What if the Star-Slaying Sword no longer recognized him?

What if he could not get it back?

His entire body was wounded, yet he could not settle down or sleep. Even when he circulated his cultivation, his mind wandered. He could only endure the wait.

A full three hours later, Zhou Leng opened his eyes, put away the Ice God Armor, and examined his body.

His injuries were mostly healed, but full recovery would still take several more days.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Leng looked at Deathbound Winter.

"I came to learn Divine Script from you." He looked utterly serious.

"I don't have time."

"Then I'll wait until you do." Deathbound Winter was not the least bit reserved, as carefree as when he had directly invited Zhou Leng to be his tutor—or perhaps shameless was the better word.

Zhou Leng could not be bothered with him. He picked up the Star-Slaying Sword and returned it to Li Shenkong.

"You cultivate the Nineteen Star-Slaying Swords?" Zhou Leng asked.

"Yes."

"I watched several moves of your swordsmanship. It's formidable, but because you never learned more fundamental sword arts, your foundation is unstable. The next time the Ancient River Sect accepts disciples, you should join as well. I'll pass this Celestial Star-Track Sword to you