Fang Che let out a low sigh.
"It wasn't only that. In Astonishing God Palace, Blood Spirit Seven Swords was considered a trash technique. Only the disciples no one thought highly of were given Blood Spirit Seven Swords. Besides, Blood Spirit Seven Swords had a limit. Astonishing God Palace didn't have any peak-level techniques either."
Fang Che said blandly, "Grandmaster, among the sect members and disciples, I'm currently the only person in the entire world who knows Blood Spirit Seven Swords. You've also stayed in the Sole True Sect before, so you can imagine what I've been through and what kind of treatment I've received."
Evil Sword fell silent for a moment before chuckling merrily. "You really do still want Blood Spirit Seven Swords. You said all that just to stir up my anger, so that in the final moments of my life, you could trick me out of the technique I've relied on all my life? Tsk, tsk... Junior, you've got quite the scheming mind."
His expression held a hint of mockery. "You came to kill me, yet you also want me to teach you Blood Spirit Seven Swords. And you've been using every opportunity to manipulate me with your words. Why don't you think about how many years I've lived? Even if I really were a blockhead, you couldn't fool me so easily."
Fang Che chuckled. "Grandmaster is right. I'm young, after all. In front of an old hand like you, my little schemes are completely exposed."
Evil Sword snorted. "An old devil like me doesn't care about passing on my legacy anymore. Trying to provoke me is useless. You saw me put on that angry expression just now. You must have been very pleased, thinking there was hope, weren't you?"
Fang Che laughed. "If Grandmaster is going