The old farmer and the Purple Lightning Saber Lord were friends who would lay down their lives for one another. He also knew something of the Purple Lightning Saber Lord's wife, and knew even more clearly that if not for her having held the fort all these years, the Purple Lightning Saber Lord could hardly have devoted himself wholeheartedly, without distraction, to secluded cultivation and the creation of new arts.
Moreover, he knew that although the Purple Lightning Saber Lord was devoutly devoted to the Way of the Saber, his wife still held considerable influence over him.
If Xue Zihou had asked the Purple Lightning Saber Lord for something, given that man's temperament, he might not have agreed. But if his wife had wanted him to teach their son the Nine Heavens Ten Earths God Slaying Saber Art, then by all reason, the Purple Lightning Saber Lord would never have refused.
Unless—unless there were secrets he did not know, secrets that made even the Purple Lightning Saber Lord and his wife unwilling to pass the saber art on to Xue Zihou. Was there something wrong with the saber art itself? Or with the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques cultivated from it, even Demonic Saber Jingqing? Or perhaps there was something wrong with all of them?
The old farmer pondered for a long while, yet remained utterly baffled. Then he gave a self-mocking smile. Even if there were earth-shattering secrets involved, they had nothing to do with an old farmer like him, bent over his fields among the mountains.
Xue Zihou kept his head lowered and said nothing in response to the old farmer's advice. Only after a long while did he stiffen his neck and say,
"Uncle Chang, I'll speak frankly with you. Bei Tangsu has left the Divine Saber Hall.