"You inner disciples dare join forces to deceive this old man?"
The elder flew into a rage at those words.
Inside the Logistics Hall, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense.
Liu Qingwu raised an eyebrow and spoke. "Elder Yan, Chen Shan guards the Ten Thousand Beast Garden alone and is unfamiliar with the other inner disciples. How could he possibly have joined forces with them to deceive you? I think there is still much hidden behind this matter..."
Seeing Liu Qingwu speak, Elder Yan's expression eased somewhat.
After all, she was a prodigious disciple of Thirteen Peaks, with boundless prospects ahead of her. He could not casually disregard her dignity.
He looked at the disciple surnamed Zhao and said with a dark expression, "Chen Shan merely has a mid-grade Mystic Rank spirit root. His talent is limited. How could he possibly slaughter Level 6 Demonic Beasts as easily as chopping vegetables?"
The moment the elder mentioned spirit roots, the disciple surnamed Zhao felt bitterness well up in his heart.
Hadn't he thought exactly the same thing back then?
He had also believed that Chen Shan's spirit root was poor, so his combat strength could not be much better. Yet once they fought, the gap between them had been simply too vast.
At that thought, the disciple surnamed Zhao let out a long sigh. "Senior, one must not judge a person by appearances. If you think Chen Shan's poor spirit root means he has poor combat strength, then you are gravely mistaken."
After a pause, he continued, "Chen Shan is a sword cultivator and possesses nine natal flying swords. I once sparred with him at Boundary Layer Mountain, and I was no match for him at all."
What?
Chen Shan possessed nine natal flying swords?
Within the Logistics Hall, the elder, Liu