Sword Finger, Sword King

"Ah? Are you sure you can do it?"

Ji Wanru listened to his analysis.

All along, he had kept an air of having a bamboo slip ready in his chest, as if everything was already under control.

At once, she was moved.

If he truly was confident, it would save everyone a great deal of time.

Young Master Ding was not the sort of person who boasted. If he said it could be done, then it was definitely feasible.

"I am. This concerns my own life, too!"

"How could I joke with you about that?"

Ning Qi nodded and said with a smile, "Just have your people follow me, and that will be enough!"

"Very well. Our lives are all in your hands, then!"

Only after hearing his assurance did Ji Wanru finally feel at ease.

A sharp light flashed in her eyes.

"All right, you should find a place to rest for a while too!"

"We set out in two hours!"

Ning Qi smiled, then prepared to find himself a comfortable spot.

"You few, in one hour, switch out with the people keeping watch!"

"The rest of you, get some proper rest!"

"We set out in two hours."

After listening to Ning Qi's words, Ji Wanru began making arrangements with her people.

"Yes!"

"..."

Everyone listened to her arrangements and responded one after another.

Each of them wore a grave expression.

Ning Qi did not waste any more words with them, but found a massive boulder.

He climbed straight onto it and sat cross-legged.

"Master, are you going to refine this Sword Qi?"

Inside his dantian, Medicine Spirit saw him doing this and could not help asking curiously.

"That's right. I want to see what it feels like after I refine both of these strands of Sword Qi."

Ning