Facing Lin Xuan's slightly appraising gaze, Xiao Changkong remained calm, as if his earlier "slip of the tongue" had never happened.
"Heh... shameless!"
Lin Xuan silently mocked him. Xiao Changkong's thick skin was a match for that of his precious eldest son, Xiao Chen. Like father, like son indeed.
"Peak Lord Lin, thank you for saving my life this time."
Xiao Changkong continued what he had left unfinished, even giving Lin Xuan a slight bow.
Lin Xuan nodded and could not be bothered to dwell on the matter of "forcing it on him." With a wave of his hand, the powers of the Nine Extremes Scarlet Sun, Myriad Manifestations of Life, and Scarletgold Flowflame flowed into Xiao Changkong's body, healing his injuries.
A look of comfort surfaced on Xiao Changkong's face, and he was actually about to thank him again.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan directly raised a hand to stop him. "Old Xiao, there's no need for us to be so formal. That routine pleasantry stuff is just awkward."
At that, Xiao Changkong promptly shut his mouth. He did not like such tedious etiquette either, but after serving as sect master for so long, he had developed certain habits.
At this moment, Lin Xuan changed the subject. "Say, Old Xiao, you're a Sword Emperor, aren't you? How did someone at the Spirit Limit beat you into this state? Don't you have any trump cards hidden away?"
"I saw you were even about to burn your origin just now. Do you not want to continue walking your future path?"
This time, Xiao Changkong could no longer remain calm. An incomparably awkward expression actually appeared on his aged face.
To be honest, judging from all his performances, his title of Sword Emperor truly did not quite live up to its name. If