"Senior Brother Li said he was becoming more and more like Lord Tasting Swords?" Liulisha was startled. There was no doubt about the credibility of Li Poxiao saying such a thing—he never fired empty shots.
I glanced at Li Poxiao, who was sitting in meditation and breaking through his bottleneck, but I did not go over to disturb him. If they were going to attempt the trial next, they would take the field without needing our urging. We would know then.
Whether it was because we had arrived or for some other reason, Xia Ruize opened his eyes. Looking toward Lord Taihua, he cupped his hands and said, "Lord Taihua, did you pick up that Sect Master's Sword of the Inch-Square Sword Dao?"
Lord Taihua gave Xia Ruize a surprised look, then nodded. "This old man did take it. I wonder what advice you have, young friend?"
"Master said that you might hand this sword over to me. The Inch-Square Sword Dao will have to be founded again in the future, and this Sect Master's Sword will ultimately be needed. So he asked this disciple to manage it on his behalf. Please return the sword to me, Lord Taihua." Xia Ruize smiled faintly.
His request for the sword was spoken calmly, but everyone present was astonished beyond words.
"What did you say? When did Lord Tasting Swords become your master?" Lord Mengxue asked.
"Indeed, Lord Tasting Swords did impart his teachings to you, but he has taught countless people. If everyone who received his teachings could call him master, then not only this old man, but Lord Mengxue, young friend Xia, and everyone else would all have to call him master as well. Young friend Ruize, do not make such a joke. Besides, this sword was already broken apart during