"Who asked you?" Zhang Fan cursed, his voice filled with helplessness.
After that, I quickly mastered his forbidden techniques. Even a casual one possessed unimaginable power. What shocked me even more was that Zhang Fan's mastery of the sword had already reached the pinnacle of this world.
Compared to my flashy but impractical techniques, Zhang Fan's understanding of the sword's power was far beyond anything I could hope to match. However, although I had absorbed his swordsmanship, I had not fully made use of it. I wanted to create a path of my own.
Zhang Fan said disdainfully, "In this world, forging your own path isn't impressive. What's truly impressive is incorporating the paths of those who came before and then creating one even more glorious."
"Liang Fan, you're too stubborn."
"Perhaps." I smiled.
Another year passed, and I had already forgotten Wuxin and the others. They had forgotten me as well.
Endless Spiritual Energy washed over my body, leaving me spotless from head to toe. Even my gaze had grown much more indifferent. Not only that, my temperament had undergone a tremendous change. The current me was cold and emotionless, as if nothing in this world mattered to me.
"Liang Fan, stop. You're already close to straying onto an evil path. If you continue, you'll inevitably walk the path of being too detached from worldly emotions," Zhang Fan said.
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"What does that matter?" I said indifferently. Over the past year, my state of mind had undergone a tremendous change. I had begun to doubt everything.
"Love and friendship aren't eternal. Only power is eternal."
"Foolish bastard. It seems the tremendous power you gained in such a short time has caused you to lose yourself completely, just as I did back then," Zhang Fan cursed.
Chapter 1200: Her