Fu Qian silently watched the center of the sword formation.
If his guess just now wasn't the product of a madman's overactive imagination,
then its sensitive reaction to being observed, along with its recent actions spreading Sword Intent,
meant that it wasn't merely hiding—it was growing!
Fu Qian could understand why he'd been asked to contain this thing.
But if that was really the case, then the situation was far worse than he'd imagined.
The condition for completing the mission was to "destroy the Legacy of the Sword Heart."
And even if he killed everyone here who had comprehended Sword Intent, it was hard to say whether that would be enough to "destroy" a conceptual entity with no physical form!
"Professor Fu."
Inside the sword formation, Li Weixuan motioned for someone to help Ji Liushuang to the side.
Then, under the gaze of everyone present, he spoke directly toward Fu Qian.
"I heard you have a lot of opinions about the Sword Participation Institute's approach to cultivation. Why not come sit up front? I'd also like to hear your thoughts on the bit of experience I just shared."
So it was you, brat!
As soon as Li Weixuan said that, everyone turned in unison to look at Fu Qian, who stood in the shadows.
Many people had already heard of Fu Qian.
The scene just now and Li Weixuan's words had quickly helped them connect the man to the name.
You were pretty arrogant earlier. Now a demigod's come looking for you—what are you going to do?
The spectators' gossip-loving hearts were aflutter. They were all curious to see how Fu Qian would respond.
"I learned a lot. Nothing to complain about."
Fu Qian responded to Li Weixuan's invitation with eight words that contradicted each other, remaining as steady