"Ha ha—my apologies for being presumptuous. Your unyielding temperament is quite to my liking. May I know your honored name?"
Zhao Wufeng laughed heartily and asked.
"Rogue Cultivator Fang Jin!"
Fang Qing's expression did not change. He left the shop, wandered about for a while longer, then flew out of the market.
"Please wait, Fellow Daoist!"
Not long after he flew away, a voice came from behind him.
Fang Qing swept out with his Spiritual Sense. It was Zhao Wufeng.
Without slowing his escape light, he continued until he reached a place of clear mountains and lovely waters before gradually turning around. Zhao Wufeng had followed at an unhurried pace. "Are you a sword cultivator, Fellow Daoist?"
"That is correct—you cultivate Neck Metal? Then you are also a sword cultivator, it seems."
Fang Qing stood with his hands behind his back, leisurely admiring the scenery.
He had heard a little about the Neck Metal Zhao Family. It seemed they had been the ones plotting against Li Rulong before, only to be badly played by Li Rulong and lose their Dao Foundation Seed, Zhao Wuxu.
"Ha ha, as expected."
Zhao Wufeng laughed loudly and produced a three-foot Azure Edge sword. "I am at Qi Ingestion Ninth Layer, and so are you, Fellow Daoist. Why not have a duel of swords to the death?"
"Are you—perhaps not quite right in the head? Or do you wish to use a Human Pill? Unfortunately, I cultivate Bond Metal while you cultivate Neck Metal. They do not match at all—"
Fang Qing found this rather strange.
"You know one thing, but not the other—"
Yet Zhao Wufeng seemed exceedingly confident in himself. With a cold laugh, he said, "Among the Metal Virtue lies a Divine Ability called Mutual Slaughter—"
"When sword cultivators are of the