Ah, no, wait. Gu Senior Brother's swordsmanship and cultivation level at the Wenjian Sect had seemed even more contrary to common sense.
So was this a case of years of accumulated effort finally paying off? Or was there some other reason?
After thinking it over without reaching a conclusion, he finally couldn't help asking, "Senior Brother Gu, how have you improved your cultivation so quickly? Do you have some secret?"
Gu Chengming drained the wine from his cup and set the bowl down.
"The strong only grow stronger."
As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Lu.
"Xiao Jiang, you should work on strengthening your Dao Heart. Don't spend all day hesitating and worrying about every little thing."
Jiang Lu: "..."
Senior Brother, you're so damn infuriating.
But for some reason, Jiang Lu felt that Gu Chengming's words did make sense.
Wasn't a true powerhouse supposed to be like Senior Brother, calm and collected no matter what the situation?
Could it really be that Gu Senior Brother's rapid progress was tied to this state of mind?
Jiang Lu's thoughts ran wild, but in the end, he still couldn't come up with an answer.
They chatted a little longer. When Jiang Lu saw that it was getting late, he felt he shouldn't overstay his welcome, so he got up, said goodbye, and left.
With Jiang Lu gone, the little courtyard grew quiet once more.
The evening breeze swept through, carrying a few fallen leaves with it.
Gu Chengming remained in that inscrutable seated pose until the countdown in his mind finally hit zero.
[The first phase of the "Primordial Emperor Technique" has ended.]
The "air of a powerhouse" that had filled his entire body receded like the tide, and Gu Chengming's back slumped at once.
He lifted his head and