"Why did you lose? Fine, you lost—but why did you lose so quickly?"
Sword Venerable frowned as he looked at himself in the distance.
"A loss is a loss. What does it matter whether it was quick or not?"
"Heh, he held a postnatal spiritual treasure. Naturally, I was no match for him."
When the distant Sword Venerable saw that it was himself, he closed his eyes and sneered.
"A postnatal spiritual treasure? How come I didn't know about that?"
At those four words, a trace of confusion flashed through Sword Venerable's eyes.
Postnatal spiritual treasures were no cabbages by the roadside. Treasures of that grade were exceedingly rare.
Where had Ye Lin gotten a postnatal spiritual treasure?
How had he not known?
Had he stolen it from somewhere?
That fellow still had a few secrets he didn't know about.
"When all is said and done, you're still trash."
"You've truly tarnished this venerable one's lifelong glorious name."
In the end, Sword Venerable merely snorted with a face full of disdain.
"Fuck, are you looking for a fight?"
"Heh, with your cultivation, even if I won, it would count as me bullying you. Better not make a fuss."
"Fuck you. Come, let's fight."
And so, a world-famous painting was born.
Sword Venerable and Sword Venerable stood there with their hands on their hips, cursing each other out.
Fortunately, Ye Lin was not there. Otherwise, he would definitely have taken a picture of these two great figures together.
It really was rather interesting.
He was cursing himself.
Such a situation was truly rare.
Elsewhere, Ye Lin stood upon the Emperor Road with a gloomy expression.
Why was there still no secret realm?
Was the Heavenly Dao really this stingy?
Stingy to the very end.
There wasn't even a secret realm here.