A trace of worry suddenly rose in Liu Qingwu's heart. She hesitated before asking, "Junior Brother Chen, you've devoted yourself to raising your cultivation all these years. Have you had time to upgrade those lifebound flying swords to Spirit Treasures? If they're still magical treasures, I'm afraid they'll struggle against attacks from Spirit Treasures..."
Chen Changming shook his head with a smile.
When he had killed those two cultivators earlier, he had struck too quickly, and Liu Qingwu's injuries had been too severe for her to notice that the flying sword he summoned was already a low-grade Spirit Treasure.
At the thought, Chen Changming smiled easily. "Senior Sister Liu, to tell you the truth, all my flying swords have already been upgraded to low-grade Spirit Treasures."
"So quickly?"
Liu Qingwu gave a startled shudder and said incredulously, "Junior Brother Chen, you have seventy-two flying swords! Refining all of them into low-grade Spirit Treasures would take an enormous amount of time and resources. Yet in just over thirty years, you've not only advanced from the fifth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm to the tenth, but completed such a massive refinement project too... How is that possible?"
"Heh, just good luck."
Chen Changming smiled faintly, his tone casual.
This involved the secrets of his cultivation avatar and his true body, so he could not explain it to Liu Qingwu at all. He could only brush it off as "good luck."
He knew Liu Qingwu understood boundaries and would never press him too far.
Sure enough, upon hearing his answer, Liu Qingwu nodded obediently and did not pursue the matter.
Although she was curious, she understood that everyone had their own secrets, and she should not force his hand.
The two continued flying forward.
Chen Changming kept his formidable divine sense spread