Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the morning of the third day, Chen Changsheng had already arrived at the center of the Taoist temple, while Chen Feng still sat quietly atop the roof.
At the same time, Liu Qingqing and the others stood watch silently nearby.
Interestingly enough, Lu Mingyu and the others no longer seemed as worried as they had been a few days ago.
Time trickled by bit by bit. When the blazing sun hung high in the sky, Chen Feng on the roof opened his eyes.
Step by step, Chen Feng descended through the air, eventually arriving before Chen Changsheng.
Clang!
His longsword left its sheath, and Chen Feng looked steadfastly at Chen Changsheng before him.
Meeting Chen Feng's gaze, Chen Changsheng smiled faintly. "Three days is far too rushed. I've already obtained the Bodhi Giant Tree's origin for you."
"How about you draw your sword against me after I help you purify the Fierce Spirit within it?"
Hearing this, Chen Feng said softly, "I have always kept sir's teachings close to my heart."
"Sir has delayed dealing with the Fierce Spirit in the sword all this time precisely for today, hasn't he?"
"Hahaha!"
"You can be taught indeed. My painstaking efforts weren't wasted after all."
"Since you understand everything, what are you waiting for?"
At Chen Changsheng's urging, Chen Feng said unhurriedly, "Against an expert like you, sir, I naturally need to adjust myself to my best condition."
"And during these three days, they have also sensed what lies in my heart."
As he spoke, the longsword in Chen Feng's hand immediately began to shatter inch by inch.
The phantom of a woman appeared behind Chen Feng.
Yet her eyes were filled with resentment.
"The Swordless Realm? How interesting. You truly are