Zhong Limo searched around and, sure enough, spotted a young man with sword-like brows and bright eyes. Sword bones seemed ready to burst from his body. He had been born with a sword-path Dao body and could not have hidden it if he tried.
"Haha!"
"Li Mingyuan, I knew you damned well only paid lip service to it!"
Zhong Limo walked up to the young man and clapped him on the shoulder, laughing. "You said you were willing to die for the sake of the entire Li Family. So what happened? You cultivated the Supreme Great Sun Sword Scripture after all!"
The two of them got along fairly well.
In the Grand Dream Sword Realm, everyone faced a crisis of life and death. They exchanged ideas often, and few held anything back, so their talents had become plain to see.
Though all of them were qi-refining geniuses, some still stood above others.
Among them, Li Mingyuan and Zhong Limo stood out like awls thrusting through a pouch. Whenever they discussed the Dao with the others, each offered distinctive insights. Drawn to one another, they had grown quite familiar and could be considered fellow Daoists.
"Don't laugh, Brother Zhong."
"When life and death are at stake, who can truly see through them?"
Li Mingyuan gave a wry smile.
He had hesitated for a long time, but in the end he had stepped onto this road where nine deaths offered only one chance of life, rather than willingly walk toward a Dao fruit that promised ten deaths and no survival.
In this life, shouldn't he live a little for himself as well as for his family?
"That great enemy of yours must be above Spirit Transformation, right?"
"Has he seen through anything?"
After teasing him for a while, Zhong Limo grew serious.