I was rather curious whether this little girl had suddenly grown up overnight, and whether her swordsmanship had improved. Although I was inside Sword Lord Changjian's dream, each leap carried me forward by who knew how many years. Perhaps I had also intruded into fragments of his dream. After all, the things that left the deepest impressions often appeared in dreams. By coincidence, I had become the "Senior Brother" he remembered, so there was indeed a sense of time and events becoming jumbled. But the fact that I existed so realistically, along with the way my junior sister acted so affectionately toward me, still made me feel a little strange.
By rights, shouldn't there also have been a junior disciple of Sword Lord Changjian?
"I say, Xian'er, when you learned the sword from Master, aside from teaching you swordsmanship, did he ever tell you about his past? For example, did he mention having a son, or a son named Sword Lord Changjian? Have you ever heard anything like that?" I suddenly asked.
Lu Xian'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly giggled. She reached out and gave me a knuckle on the head, saying, "Senior! Bro! Ther! You're never allowed to drink again! You haven't even woken up yet! Our Master's nickname is Sword Immortal Changjian. How could he give his own son the name Sword Lord Changjian? Besides, Master never married in his life. Where would he have gotten a child?"
"Hm? Sword Immortal Changjian..." I was shocked, and my expression changed as well.
Seeing my face turn pale and noticing me clutching my head, Lu Xian'er's expression changed too. She hurriedly pulled my hand away and anxiously felt my forehead. "Senior Brother, did Xian'er hit you too hard? Does it hurt? I'm sorry, Xian'er didn't