Fated Enemy! The Giant God Race!

Fated Enemy! The Giant God Race!

Outside Ling Tianzi's study.

"Your disciple Lin Bai requests an audience with Master." Lin Bai bowed respectfully.

"Come in," Ling Tianzi said calmly.

Lin Bai immediately pushed the door open and walked in. Upon seeing Ling Tianzi again, a grave expression appeared on Lin Bai's face.

Ling Tianzi chuckled. "Judging by your trip to the Heaven Sword Dynasty, it seems you have gained quite a harvest."

"Congratulations, Lin Bai. If you are East Ridge's Premier Sword Cultivator, you can also be considered to be standing at the peak of East Ridge's martial arts."

Standing beside Ling Tianzi, Lin Bai smiled and said, "Hehe, Master flatters me. All these meager tricks of your disciple were bestowed by Master. If not for Master's Flying Sword Dao, I reckon your disciple surely would have lost to Ye Jianqiu at the very last moment."

Ling Tianzi smiled. "No matter who imparted the divine abilities and secret techniques to you, or the methods and measures, as long as you know how to use them and can wield them well, that is entirely your own credit and has nothing to do with me."

"It is much like a piece of tofu given to someone who doesn't know how to cook tofu. Holding the tofu, he simply has a piece of tofu."

"Whereas if this piece of tofu is given to someone who knows how to cook tofu, then he will make frozen tofu, mapo tofu, tofu brain, stinky tofu, and all sorts of bizarre ways of eating tofu."

Ling Tianzi said with a beaming smile.

Hearing this, Lin Bai's pupils rolled around and he said, "Is Master speaking of Ji Xiang with these words?"

Ling Tianzi chuckled lightly and said, "A hundred years ago, he was once an peerless sword