"Such a precious Heavenly Thunder Altar could be called a great killing weapon. Yet Saber Lord, you are giving it to me so easily? What is the reason behind this?"
Meng Zhao had never believed in the good fortune of pies falling from the sky. He was more willing to believe that Purple Lightning Saber Lord had another purpose, and that giving him this treasure was merely a means of achieving it.
Purple Lightning Saber Lord slowly walked up the blue stone steps, his hand brushing over the sabers standing on either side of them.
"I have already learned from my wife that Dragon King Meng killed Bei Tangsu, helped my son inherit Bei Tangsu's legacy, and enabled him to gain entry into the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques. In the future, he may truly master the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques and borrow the power of the Demonic Saber.
"In truth, I had long known that the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques are a method that turns men into saber slaves. Man is wielded by the saber; the saber becomes man's master. Bei Tangsu was talented, but unfortunately, he took the wrong road from the very beginning. Worse still, his aptitude was not enough to let him shatter his shackles and turn himself into the master.
"The same thing has now happened to my son, Xue Zihou. As his father, I must make plans for him."
Meng Zhao was stunned. He clearly remembered the unbearably awkward atmosphere between father and son when Xue Zihou had brought him to meet Purple Lightning Saber Lord.
Xue Zihou seemed both respectful and fearful toward Purple Lightning Saber Lord, with a hint of hostility as well. Purple Lightning Saber Lord, meanwhile, seemed indifferent toward Xue Zihou, treating him like a stranger.
Such a father-son relationship was