"Heh heh, do you think this old man is as greedy as you, boy?" Old Bai chuckled darkly. Compared with the treasures I had plundered, the two Sect Masters' wives were not worth mentioning.
"So the Sect Master is going to bring this up with Sword Venerable Mo?" I suggested. Old Bai hesitated, then said, "This old man needs to make some preparations. You can go ask him yourself. The Sword Venerable knows about that region as well. If you mention needing helpers, he definitely won't let you take such a risk so easily."
So Old Bai is backing out now. There might be some other reason behind it, though, so I secretly kept my guard up. Of course, this matter allowed no delay, and I soon went to the rear mountain to find Old Mo.
When I arrived, Old Mo was teaching Mo Chan swordsmanship. Even after a disciple brought me before him, he continued demonstrating the sword without pause in front of his adopted son. The man stood two meters tall, yet he shot through the air with his sword like a startled hare. His movements were swift and fierce, nimble yet carrying tremendous force. It truly overturned my understanding. I had thought his swordsmanship was still limited to explosive attacks.
Old Mo sometimes unleashed a flurry of lightning-fast strikes, then suddenly shifted to overwhelming, weighty blows. No matter which style he used, the sound of his sword rolled forth like rumbling thunder. Fortunately, he was still using an ordinary sword. If he had drawn the true sword of the Thick-Arm Sword, the scene would have been entirely different.
"How do you find this old man's Thunderclap Immortal Sword?" Old Mo asked for my opinion as soon as he finished dancing through the technique.
I gave a dry