Raising an Army to Demand Answers? The Old Sword Immortal Teaches You How to Conduct Yourself!

Xiao Wanfeng: ???

For that instant, he felt as though he had misheard.

In the Xuancang Sword Spirit's voice, there was actually a trace of barely suppressed agitation and fury.

It was just like when a child at home got beaten by children their own age, then ran home wanting their father to stand up for them...

At that thought, Xiao Wanfeng hurriedly cut himself off, cold sweat streaming down his body.

"Xiao Wanfeng, Xiao Wanfeng, you really dare to think anything! Looking for a father? Are you tired of living?" he berated himself inwardly.

For the sword spirit of the Xuancang Divine Sword to choose him was something he would not have dared dream of.

Thinking over the other party's request, Xiao Wanfeng vaguely felt that he understood something.

That night, Saint Slave's Xu Xiaoshou, as the wielder of the Yousi Sword, had suppressed the Xuancang Divine Sword by a rank with his sword pressure, resulting in the divine sword's aura still not having faded to this day? That was an exceedingly childish thought.

As to whether that was truly the case, Xiao Wanfeng reserved judgment.

But judging from the Xuancang Sword Spirit's tone...

What if it was! Just what if, all right...

Xiao Wanfeng felt that if it was, Saint Slave's Xu Xiaoshou was far too powerful. How had he forced the Xuancang Divine Sword into such a desperate, indiscriminate state?

Everyone had moments of feeling good about themselves.

But beyond that, Xiao Wanfeng knew even more importantly exactly what he was worth. He was very self-aware.

At best, his innate talent was only enough to make Mr. Siren give him a second glance. Why would the Xuancang Divine Sword choose him?

Besides, it was currently on the back of Seven Sword Immortal Rao Yaoyao.

And standing opposite