[You told the Sword Master where the Demon Refining Pot was, hoping he could retrieve it for you.]
[Demon Race Nemesis + Demon Refining Pot—was there potential here?]
[There was immense potential!]
["Lake of Ten Thousand Demons?"]
["Even the Sect Master doesn't know where this place is?"]
["The Great Wilderness is vast, several times larger than the Five Domains. Because of the World War thirty thousand years ago, we humans once dwindled in number and abandoned many settlements.
As time passed and the world changed, some place names may have been renamed by the Demon Race.
Take Lake of Ten Thousand Demons, for instance. That clearly wasn't a name our human ancestors would have given it. There was no Demon Race back then."]
["That's true..."]
["Still, knowing that there's a Demon Refining Pot in a lake is enough."]
[The Sword Master revealed a confident smile.]
[Neither of you wasted any time. You immediately set off, flying toward the Great Wilderness.]
[Of course, you were being carried.]
[Otherwise, with your turtle-slow sword-flight speed, how could you possibly keep up with the Sword Master flying through the air?]
[The Sword Master was actually riding a sword as well. Once his immortal sword enlarged, it was enough to carry both of you.]
[During the flight, you felt neither jolting nor gale-force winds, as though you were sitting in a warm room.]
[The Sword Master seemed to possess some sort of biological force field, firmly securing those on the flying sword in place.]
[Along the way, you and the Sword Master discussed a few matters.]
["Rather than figuring out how to resist the Demon Race, it's more important to understand why they tore up an agreement that had lasted thirty thousand years."]
[The Sword Master gave you a rather appreciative look.]
["Though I don't