Old Blade Zhao's previous state had not been cultivation, but purely a state adjusted for killing and battle. It was not stable and could be broken at any time. That was why he had come to Wu Wanzhong's home, to avoid being disturbed.
Now that the state had been broken, his combat strength in tonight's Life and Death Duel had in fact been weakened out of thin air. Yet compared to that, he did not care. On the contrary, Old Blade Zhao was grateful to Lu Hou'er.
Setting everything else aside, the wooden saber Lu Hou'er had brought alone had opened a broad road for his future. This kindness was akin to giving him a second life—how could he not be grateful?
"Haha, Brother Zhao, how was that? Didn't I tell you? Do you know where this wooden saber came from?"
Not only Old Blade Zhao, but Wu Wanzhong and his son Wu Xuan were also deeply curious. Where had such a treasure come from?
"I would like to hear the details. Could it have been kept by the great figure behind you?"
Lu Hou'er shook his head, his gaze carrying an indescribable emotion. Pride? Self-satisfaction? Fear? Or something else?
"No. This wooden saber and its sheath had originally been nothing more than a chessboard in my room. After my master heard about the Life and Death Duel between you and Gu Li tonight, he temporarily carved this wooden saber with qi force and had me bring it to you.
"While you may gain enlightenment from it and benefit your Martial Dao Cultivation, this wooden saber also contains a trace of my master's power. Even a Grandmaster-level expert can trigger the power within the saber and forcefully kill another Grandmaster!"
Those few brief sentences deeply shocked Old Blade Zhao and