Su Han looked at Wan Jianyi, who was tightly hugging his thigh, his heart filled with bewilderment.
He had never expected Wan Jianyi to become so agitated after seeing that sword strike.
After all, in Su Han's impression, Wan Jianyi had always been an unrestrained and carefree master.
But Su Han quickly shook his head, beginning to understand.
Before being unrestrained and carefree, Wan Jianyi was even more a sword fanatic who loved the sword as dearly as life itself.
Having one day believed he had reached the pinnacle of the Sword Dao, only to suddenly witness an entirely new sword technique he had never seen before, it seemed understandable that he would lose his composure like this.
At that thought, Su Han coughed softly, trying to get Wan Jianyi to stand.
"Senior, what are you..."
Yet Wan Jianyi seemed not to hear Su Han at all, still staring at him with burning eyes.
"On the path of the sword, those who excel are teachers."
At this moment, Wan Jianyi had completely thrown caution to the wind. In his heart, none but Su Han could inherit Ghost Slaying, and no one in the world was more suited than Su Han to inherit the Ghost Slaying True Spell.
Yet his gaze remained fixed firmly on Su Han, as though afraid Su Han might run away.
"Senior, you do not look much like the lofty master I remember."
Wan Jianyi remained utterly unmoved. "What does a lofty master's bearing matter?"
"I am also very curious about that sword strike you unleashed earlier, Sen... Old Wan."
Seeing this, Su Han did not know whether to laugh or cry.
But to Su Han, a transmigrator, this ability was hardly any secret.
In the future, we can each call the other whatever we want. I