Journey to the Southern Kingdom (1)

"Realized it on your own?"

"Do you even believe that yourself?"

Wangquan Baye did not speak.

Li Qizhuo was the one who said it.

Although he was not from the Wang Quan Family and could not use Wangquan Sword Intent, he knew very well what Wangquan Sword Intent meant to the Wang Quan Family. It was a supreme art on par with the Heaven and Earth Sword, with extremely demanding requirements for its practitioner.

Even if someone taught it.

Even if someone guided you.

Those who could learn it were still few and far between.

Not to mention trying to comprehend it entirely on your own, without anyone to teach or guide you.

So, in Li Qizhuo's view.

This lie of the other party's was hardly a well-crafted one.

It even seemed to insult their intelligence.

But Ye Qingcang had no intention of insulting anyone's intelligence. Looking at Li Qizhuo, who was still acting all loud and excitable, then imagining the future Li Qizhuo from the original story—a bitter, crippled man with ruined legs—he asked with interest, "Wangquan Sword Intent was a technique created by Wang Quan Wumu. Before Wang Quan Wumu came into the world, the Wang Quan Family did not possess this ultimate art. Naturally, Wang Quan Wumu had no one who could teach or guide him. In fact, he did not even have any knowledge he could draw upon. So, have you ever considered how he forged this path?"

Li Qizhuo instinctively wanted to refute him.

But embarrassingly, after thinking it over carefully, he realized the facts really were as the other party had said. As the creator of Wangquan Sword Intent, there was only one logical explanation: Wang Quan Wumu had comprehended Wangquan Sword Intent on his own, then compiled this supreme art into a book