Watching the chuunibyou young man head upstairs, Hao Shuai shook his head helplessly.
Li Xiaoyao hadn't been wrong, actually.
Hao Shuai really did plan to take him out to fight for justice—or, more accurately, Li Xiaoyao would just be a sparring partner. The one Hao Shuai truly wanted to train was Zhao Ling'er.
As the saying went, traveling ten thousand miles was better than reading ten thousand books. By the same logic, real-world experience was better than training behind closed doors—and it would improve one's strength faster.
Zhao Ling'er had accumulated enough power and reached the right level. What she lacked was practical experience fighting enemies.
It worked out perfectly: they could collect the Five Spirit Pearls along the way while defeating monsters and gaining experience.
They weren't in a hurry, anyway.
If they really had been in a hurry, Hao Shuai could have opened a portal and reached Nanzhao Kingdom in minutes.
At worst, he could have flown there on a sword or ridden Xuan Yu or the ugly eagle. It wouldn't have taken long.
"Ahh..." Meanwhile, Sword Saint watched Li Xiaoyao leave and let out a sigh.
"Regretting that you didn't come sooner?" Seeing his expression, Hao Shuai teased him. "You missed out on a cultivation genius like Li Xiaoyao. You must be kicking yourself!"
To Hao Shuai's surprise, Sword Saint didn't argue.
Hao Shuai might not think much of Li Xiaoyao, but with his talent and aptitude, any sect would have considered him a prized disciple—the sort of person who could help ensure the sect thrived for a hundred years.
And Sword Saint had missed out on a genius like that just because he'd arrived a day too late!
Of course he regretted it!
"Come on, come on. Forget about that. Let's drink!" Hao Shuai didn't want