"How did you do that?"
After coming back to his senses, Mu Shaoan asked curiously. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have missed such a detail. It was just that Fatty Zhang's foundation was too vast, his secrets too numerous, and he had too many matters to deal with.
Actually, he wasn't unaware of the Hidden Sword Earth Vein's existence. He estimated that everyone present—even all the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Clan—knew about it. The data was written out plainly: nine hundred and ninety thousand Hidden Sword Earth Veins.
But the technical level of the Hidden Sword Earth Veins wasn't very high. At the very least, it wasn't something from the Sword Dao Law 4.0 era. It had already matured during the 3.0 era.
Otherwise, as one of the leading figures who had guided the Sword Dao Law into the 4.0 era, Mu Shaoan couldn't possibly have been unaware of this. No—he did know. Everyone knew that the Hidden Sword Earth Veins could recycle sword qi.
He was merely shocked by the sheer number of branches in the Hidden Sword Earth Veins, and by the astonishing breadth of their subsidiary veins.
This was simply too absurd, all right?
No matter how special the Hidden Sword Earth Veins were, they were still only earth veins.
They were the sinews and bones that formed the main body of a world-plane, the bridges that spread across the earth.
Yes, that was their function. It was important, but not worth paying attention to—much like worrying that the sky might fall. The world had already been spread out and taken shape. Was anyone really supposed to fear that one day the earth would suddenly sink or the sky collapse?
No normal person would think that way, all right?
"So all I can say is that Fatty