"You investigated me?" I frowned and shot back. That fellow had deliberately brought up Li Poxiao's name. It seemed he knew all about my relationship with Li Poxiao.
"Heh-heh, I knew you survivors of the Measureless Calamity were all in cahoots. Wasn't that a dead giveaway?" Mu Zhongping chuckled.
"Fine, you win. Forget that for now. First, tell me who Wan Jianlai is." I was suddenly very interested in this Wan Jianlai Mu Zhongping had mentioned. He sounded like someone with quite a story, and I ought to learn more about the origins of the Ten-Thousand Swords Sect.
"Wan Jianlai? He's an old monster. You don't know?"
"I wouldn't be asking if I did."
"Hahaha, so there really are people who don't know that old monster. I heard that besides being a ghost cultivator, you're also a sword cultivator. You actually don't know Wan Jianlai? That's incredibly out of touch." Mu Zhongping smiled smugly, but soon continued, "That old monster is an anomaly, and so is his sect. No one knows where he came from or how powerful he is. All we know is that among all those orthodox cultivators, no one can beat him."
"Isn't he just the sect master of a second-rate sect? How strong could he possibly be?" I frowned, looking as though I was the first to object.
"Bullshit. Since when did you get to decide the standards for a second-rate sect?" Mu Zhongping snorted, then continued, "A sect is judged by how many divine towers it occupies, how tall those towers are, and how many disciples it has—not by how strong one individual is."
"If the divine towers are only second-rate, then does Wan Jianlai cultivate by eating people?" I sneered.
"You! Why do I find it so damn difficult to talk to you?" Mu