Ji Wushuang's clear, ringing voice echoed through the air, carrying a note of regret and concern.
It was as though he were a young man helplessly and painfully watching a friend or relative walk down an evil path.
For a moment!
Many of those present were filled with solemn respect!
Ji Wushuang truly deserved to be the Saint Son of the Vast Sword Sect!
His breadth of mind was truly vast and open, like the sun and moon crossing the heavens, like an endless sea!
"I heard that Saint Son Ji reforged the Vast Sword Sect's great sect fortune and even evolved Immortal Source Fortune, transforming in one stroke into a Ninth Grade Golden Core prodigy... I wonder if it's true?"
"Of course it's true! I also heard that the Immortal Source Fortune Saint Son Ji obtained is related to the sword! Tsk tsk... cultivators like us can only gaze at his back for the rest of our lives!"
"Though every word Saint Son Ji spoke was like a blade, every sentence piercing to the bone, they were true insights and words wept in blood!"
"I heard the Vast Sword Sect wanted to strip Chen Xuan of his Saint Son position long ago, but he kept refusing, begging again and again..."
"Chen Xuan? He's nothing but trash! Though he showed off in the first trial, he's arrogant and overbearing. How could he possibly be compared to Saint Son Ji's jade-like bearing and immortal aura? He isn't even worthy to carry his shoes!"
"You can't put it that way. Chen Xuan has fought in all directions for the righteous path these past years, slaughtering the younger generation of the demonic path until they nearly suffered a generational gap. That's a tremendous merit!"
"I heard Chen Xuan even got together with Nangong