"I never imagined Fellow Daoist would value the sword-move spell I provided so highly."
"Unfortunately, I am currently burdened with important matters and have no time to exchange blows with you, Fellow Daoist."
"If you truly wish to test your sword, how about another time?"
Hearing Feng Jianxing's words, Su Shi'er was in quite a good mood as well.
After all, Silent Sword Viewing was a sword-move spell he had created himself.
To receive the regard and recognition of a cultivator with astonishing attainments in the Sword Dao—no one could possibly be completely unmoved by that.
"Burdened with important matters? Are they very important?"
Feng Jianxing coughed twice, the body beneath his robes hunching slightly, like an old man who had lingered on a sickbed for many years.
But when the coughing subsided, his spine abruptly straightened.
In an instant, a savage Killing Intent swept through like a gale crossing the land—how was this a sick cat? It was clearly an ancient fierce tiger that had just awakened and bared its fangs.
"Vitally important?"
Su Shi'er replied seriously, turning a blind eye to Feng Jianxing's change.
"With your abilities, Fellow Daoist, when Qingyun Immortal Mansion opens three hundred years from now, finding a magical treasure or Divine Weapon no worse than the Heavenly Sword inside should be no difficult matter."
"Why be so fixated on seizing the Heavenly Sword from the hands of Xuanyun Sword Sect?"
"Xuanyun Sword Sect has Grand Elder Li Cangfeng holding down the fort, and the Heavenly Sword is further connected to the opening of Qingyun Immortal Mansion three hundred years from now."
"If this sword falls into your hands, it may not be a good thing!"
Feng Jianxing's hearty voice continued to ring out, his tone carrying a hint of indifference.
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