A Sword Arts Master Who Began Doubting His Life

A month later...

At the Two Forms Holy Land, Guan Xuzi sat cross-legged on a high platform, watching the clouds roll and disperse. Cradling a cup of top-grade tea, he could not help sighing in contentment.

This long-lost peace...

Come to think of it, it was strange. He had stayed at the Two Forms Holy Land for so long, yet he had never found the scenery before him particularly remarkable.

But after Shen Lin had put him through the wringer, it was the first time he had felt how comfortable such tranquil days could be.

During this period, Guan Xuzi had truly felt his understanding overturned. Shen Lin had even left him mentally dazed.

After their first exchange of information, Shen Lin had set off to deal with that Saint Realm Demon Race member.

He had taken less than three days to finish the matter and return.

Guan Xuzi still remembered how Shen Lin had tossed the enormous snake carcass in front of him and complained that the disciples of Qingxu Holy Land were so useless they had mistaken a little snake in the Integration Realm for a Saint Realm expert.

Guan Xuzi had originally thought the other man would settle down a little after going out.

But what he had not expected was that, as soon as Shen Lin returned, he had immediately demanded the next piece of information.

Following the old routine, Guan Xuzi took out another saber arts manual.

Then Shen Lin slapped him in the face on the spot.

This time, the guy did not even bother pretending. He picked up the saber arts manual, flipped through it in a blur, and handed it straight back to Guan Xuzi.

Then, without a word, he slashed out the essence of that saber art.

Helpless, Guan Xuzi could