"Frightened, Passive Value +1."
Xu Xiaoshou stared blankly at the bedraggled youth, who could still open his mouth and speak eloquently.
Clearly, this was a youth fallen to the very depths of misfortune, with nothing in his hands but a wooden sword.
Yet for some reason, when that discourse on the sword path poured from his lips, his entire person seemed bathed in a divine radiance.
He simply stood there.
Within the dimly lit ground-floor pavilion of First Pavilion Under Heaven, even his face could only barely be seen as half a blurred outline against the backlight from the doorway.
Yet his words were deafening!
Dong.
The ancient wooden clock in the hall chimed through the silence.
After that single toll, the youth's stubborn figure seemed to rise a little taller.
"Gulp~"
Xu Xiaoshou swallowed.
In those few moments, he had had no idea several "Frightened" notifications had already popped up in his information bar.
Yes, he had been frightened—badly frightened.
"Seal the sword until old age, and become a Saint in old age?"
Xu Xiaoshou had an excellent memory.
He vaguely remembered that the first half of this saying had first appeared in White Cavern, spoken by Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals.
Even Gou Wuyue had not sounded as certain as Xiao Wanfeng at the time.
He could only couch it in speculation, turning it into a deliberately assured tone in that situation, hoping to bait out Ba Zunan's trump card.
But now, this youth before him probably had not even seen what Ba Zunan looked like!
And yet...
He had said it! And with such certainty! More importantly, what he had said was an established fact, one verified in blood by the seven hundred White Robes beside Gou Wuyue, and even personally acknowledged by Ba