South Country Journey (1)

"Realized it on your own?"

"Do you believe that yourself?"

Wang Quan Baye did not speak.

Li Quzhuo was the one who said it.

Although he was not from the Wang Quan Family and did not know the Wang Quan Sword Intent, he knew exactly what it meant to the Wang Quan Family. It was an ultimate art on par with the Heaven and Earth Sword, and its requirements for the practitioner's own aptitude were extremely high.

Even if someone taught it.

Even if someone guided you.

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

Not to mention learning it through pure insight, with no one to teach or guide you.

So, in Li Quzhuo's eyes.

The other party had not put much effort into this lie.

It even seemed like an insult to their intelligence.

But Ye Qingcang had no intention of insulting anyone's intelligence. Looking at Li Quzhuo, who was still loud and boisterous, then imagining the future Li Quzhuo from the original story—a grim, tormented man with crippled legs—he asked with interest, "The Wang Quan Sword Intent was a technique created by Wang Quan Wu Mu. Before Wang Quan Wu Mu was born, the Wang Quan Family did not possess this ultimate art. Naturally, Wang Quan Wu Mu could not have found anyone to teach or guide him. In fact, he did not even have any knowledge to draw upon. So have you ever considered how he forged this path?"

Li Quzuo instinctively wanted to argue.

But awkwardly, after thinking it over carefully, he realized that the facts really were as the other party said. As the creator of the Wang Quan Sword Intent, only one explanation made logical sense: Wang Quan Wu Mu had comprehended the Wang Quan Sword Intent on his own,