"Sword Venerable, is this your disciple? First he cut down the Asura Clan's ten foundational prodigies, then the Witch Clan's ten foundational prodigies. This newly accepted disciple of yours is quite impressive."
Within a mysterious space, several figures sat cross-legged on the ground, discussing the light screen before them with smiles.
Sword Venerable sat at the very center, smiling without a word.
"I do not take disciples. This one merely came because that old fellow Sky Vault asked me to give him some guidance."
"This little fellow has decent talent, so I took this opportunity to bring him out for some experience."
Sword Venerable said with a faint smile, the corners of his lips lifting.
Not far from him sat two elderly men.
Upon hearing Sword Venerable's words, the two of them let out soft sighs as well.
"As expected of the Sword Venerable. Even the disciples you guide are this powerful."
The Asura Clan's ancestor said with a bitter smile.
There was only resignation in his voice, without the slightest trace of anger.
After all, clans, grand eras, prodigies—none of it meant all that much to them.
Ye Lin had slain ten foundational-level prodigies, yet they felt no anger whatsoever.
A dispute among juniors was just that. A loss was a loss; they would never stoop to argue with the younger generation.
They had lived for who knew how many ages. What had they not seen?
"Alas, it won't do. This old man had hoped that boy would spare my little brat's life, but that little brat's words also woke me up. In a battle between prodigies, it is either you die or I perish. How could there be any talk of showing mercy?"
"This time, this old man has utterly lost face. Sword Venerable, you must compensate this