"Besides, why hadn't that boy Jiuxiao come himself? Why had he sent you instead?"
The voice was utterly calm, yet it carried thread after thread of surprise, as though it came from the depths of a phantom starry sky, making one's heart tremble instinctively.
The last time Jiang Shu had met this Saint's Clone, he had merely been at the Dao Lord realm.
Back then, it had been like glimpsing the moon from the bottom of a well—he could see only a speck, feeling nothing but his own insignificance and the terror of heaven and earth.
Yet things were completely different now. The feeling this figure before him gave him had utterly changed.
In a certain sense, Jiang Shu could now glimpse an incomparably distant trace of this senior's back. But it was only a single glimpse of a back, like a mortal looking up from the horizon at a distant mountain range with only one corner exposed—nothing more.
At that moment, the blurry figure slightly turned his gaze and said, "Broken again?"
A strange smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Shu's lips.
He had not expected that when he met this senior again, what the other party cared about would be the Desolate Star Halberd that had broken once more, rather than the earth-shaking matter he was about to reveal.
Still, Jiang Shu honestly nodded.
"Senior, when I was fighting a Venerable-level expert, that thing broke. It could no longer hold up."
The blurry figure looked at him and seemed to chuckle. "Boy, even this old man is somewhat surprised by the speed of your growth."
"If these things were given to someone else, even taking several hundred years would be nothing unusual."
"Bring it over."
Jiang Shu nodded and sent over the fragments of the Desolate Star