"My Azure Edge was indeed once a Lower-Grade Golden Core Spirit Treasure, my bonded spirit treasure. But as my cultivation realm fell, it has now become a Low-Grade Foundation Establishment Spirit Treasure. It isn't worth much anymore. There's no use in taking it from me."
"Well?"
"You should know my reputation as Scholar. I have never broken faith with anyone."
"Heh."
The barefoot man's lips curled upward, a hint of amusement flashing through his eyes. "You've been sitting by the cliffside of my Heaven-Question Market for years now. I truly never expected you to be the former greatest sword cultivator of Great Xia."
"White-Clad Sword Cultivator—I have indeed heard your name. You were hunted like a stray dog for months on end. I thought you'd long since died, yet you're still dragging out a miserable existence."
"If I capture you alive and send you to the Capital Zhang Clan, that will be another stroke of fortune."
"Today really is a fine day."
"What seemed a loss has turned out to be a blessing."
Having said that—
The killing intent in the barefoot man's eyes surged even more fiercely. Yet at that moment, the man before him suddenly spoke with utmost seriousness and urgency.
"Don't kill me. I'll tell you of a great opportunity to break through to Nascent Soul!"
Those words instantly threw the barefoot man's mind into disarray.
To this day, not a single person in Great Xia Kingdom had managed to break through to Nascent Soul.
If anyone else had said such a thing, he certainly would not have believed it. But the White-Clad Sword Cultivator had once been hailed as Great Xia's foremost sword cultivator, the most unstoppable rising star among the younger generation—a peerless prodigy who had basked alone in the limelight during those years!
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