Jiang Ding spoke gently, laying out a grand vision that would make any Dao Child's heart tremble.
The path to becoming a True Immortal Heir?
The inheritance of the Ancient Immortal Clan Immortal Scripture?
Which of these was not the pursuit of a Dao Child's entire life?
The sights along that path were a major reason the Blissful Union Holy Maiden and the others were willing to be worked to the bone.
"No."
The Fusang Holy Maiden spoke.
"Huh?"
"What did you say?"
"What do you mean, 'no'?"
Jiang Ding took out a dictionary and flipped through it several times. Puzzled, he asked, "Do the words 'no' mean something else in Fusang Sacred Land? Is that some special cultural custom?"
"No. I mean no."
"I have a path better suited to me. I want to find the treasure hidden in time. Fusang Sacred Land buried it in this era. I told you long ago, and you promised me. I just could never find you..."
The Fusang Holy Maiden went on and on, looking expectantly at the azure-clad young man.
"That will take time."
"I did promise you, but I don't think we settled on when, did we?"
"Of course, I'm not saying I won't do it. I'm saying we should do it with preparation, after careful thought and consideration of everyone's views. I never said I wouldn't."
Jiang Ding thought for a moment, then answered without expression.
"Huh?!!"
The Fusang Holy Maiden's eyes widened.
What are you babbling about?
She truly could not believe someone so shameless was a sword cultivator.
In Fusang Sacred Land's experience, the vast majority of sword cultivators kept their promises. Almost none broke their word, and the stronger their sword hearts, the truer that held.
"But..."
The Fusang Holy Maiden was still unwilling to give