"A Second Ending. I never expected Senior to be such a courteous man."
Wu Xu said with a smile as he slowly turned around, his gaze locking onto the old man in the deep azure Daoist robe.
There was not the slightest attempt to hide the mockery in Wu Xu's words.
As though there was another meaning beneath them.
Naturally, the old man in the deep azure Daoist robe understood the implication behind Wu Xu's words.
It seemed this young man in the ink-black Daoist robe knew that he was the one who had killed him...
Even though he was still alive.
Even so, the old man in the deep azure Daoist robe chose to pretend he understood nothing, ignoring Wu Xu's earlier jab at him.
"So, what brings Senior to see me?"
Wu Xu continued.
"I came here solely to congratulate Fellow Wu on winning the sword debate at Listening Willow Temple and taking the Listening Willow Sword for yourself."
As he spoke, the old man in the deep azure Daoist robe let his gaze fall upon the tender green longsword cradled in Wu Xu's arms.
"Then I truly must thank Senior."
Wu Xu still wore that indifferent, arrogant expression.
After a moment of silence, the old man in the deep azure Daoist robe continued, "I have walked the Path of Immortality for more than eighty thousand years. In my youth, I devoted myself to sword cultivation, yet I never achieved anything remarkable in the Sword Dao. Only after I attained the Void Return Realm did I finally cultivate an acquired Sword Intent—the Wave Intent."
"The Sword Dao is simply like that." Wu Xu nodded, his tone sounding almost as if he were lecturing him. "Sword talent is either there or it isn't. It cannot be forced."
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