A somewhat weathered voice rang out helplessly. "I'm telling you, Shang Wuliang, if you keep talking, you'll really draw that one's attention. We'll all enter reincarnation."
This voice was brimming with resentment.
Shang Wuliang lowered his hand. "I didn't say anything. I was just curious."
"Stop being curious. Even if you must be curious, could you at least leave Profound Heaven first?"
Broken Sword was nearly driven mad with anger.
If it had known, if it had known, it should never have agreed to return to Profound Heaven with him.
Who could have expected such a trap?
"Fine. Don't worry, I'm afraid of dying."
Shang Wuliang gave his assurance.
He was rather curious what Broken Sword had experienced to have such a peculiar impression of the Profound Heaven Dao Sect.
Moreover, Shang Wuliang silently thought that he did not believe the Dao Lord would pay attention to this place.
Still, he felt it was best not to challenge Broken Sword's authority.
The might it had revealed earlier had absolutely surpassed the limits of cultivation he had ever witnessed.
He truly did not know how it had become a broken sword.
Broken Sword was somewhat speechless. It truly had not expected that the young people outside nowadays were all so audacious, every single one of them.
Though this was different from the suicidal recklessness of the immortal sword hosts it had encountered before.
It was obvious that this new host it had met was another bold person favored by fortune.
That was right.
Ever since the great age had arrived, even ordinary cultivators could be swept up in turbulent changes, facing far greater danger of losing their lives.
Therefore, from that point onward, Broken Sword had resolved to change its former approach and select another person favored by fortune from a