Also a sword cultivator?
The question itself carried a kind of answer.
Xiao Zhixuan, regarded as the foremost Swordsman in Huai Huang Kingdom's martial world, called himself a sword cultivator!
Su Yi nodded. "Correct."
Xiao Zhixuan patted the hilt on his back. "As a sword cultivator, there are things one must do and things one must not. That is not particularly impressive. What is rare is being able to treat ordinary people with an even mind!"
Pu Xuan fell silent for once.
From Xiao Zhixuan, he actually sensed an invisible pressure!
It was utterly inconceivable. He was merely a Swordsman of the mortal world, yet he seemed to possess some extraordinary power.
Then Pu Xuan recalled Su Yi's earlier words: Xiao Zhixuan was different from the other three!
"Rare?"
Su Yi smiled. "All I know is that whether within the River of Destiny or beyond it, ordinary mortals make up the overwhelming majority of the world. Most cultivators also come from the mundane world. Naturally, that includes me."
He took a sip of wine. "And in my eyes, mortals and cultivators differ only in strength and weakness, not in status or rank."
Xiao Zhixuan said, "Even before a Heavenly Emperor, you would see things that way?"
Heavenly Emperor!
In an instant, Pu Xuan narrowed his eyes.
Xiao Zhixuan actually knew of Heavenly Emperors. That undoubtedly meant he was no mere Swordsman from the mortal martial world!
Su Yi said, "Even Buddhism speaks of equality among all living beings. What qualifications does a Heavenly Emperor have to make me regard him differently? Heaven and earth are heartless, treating all things as straw dogs. I think those are excellent words. We cultivators ought to be the same."
Xiao Zhixuan nodded. "Those words do indeed have something to chew on."
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