The Blood Sword and an Apology

Just then, a Sound Transmission Talisman suddenly arrived outside the door.

Chen Zhuo raised an eyebrow.

The Communication Talisman then burned up in midair.

The next instant, Zhao Shu's voice rang out: "Junior Brother Chen, I've just finished refining a Blood Sword that can strengthen Divine Sense and temper the Sword Heart. I've come to present it to you, to help your path along the Immortal Dao soar like a rainbow!"

This method avoided disturbing Chen Zhuo's Cultivation. A visitor could leave a Sound Transmission Talisman at the Formation's reception point, and once the person in seclusion finished cultivating, he would receive the message at once and could speak with the visitor.

"A Blood Sword that can strengthen Divine Sense and temper the Sword Heart?"

At that description, Chen Zhuo's expression turned strange.

Why did that sound a little less than righteous?

But Chen Zhuo had no objection.

Whether Demonic Dao or Immortal Dao, any path that helped him break through was a good path!

Besides, Senior Brother Zhao knew how to show respect. He had used the word "present."

Ah.

The Ancient Immortal Realm really did twist people.

Even someone at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, who could have held a deputy-director-level post in the Immortal Estate, had to treat him with the utmost deference.

At that thought, Chen Zhuo did not hesitate. He called out, "Martial Niece Zhang outside, I've finished cultivating. Please let Senior Brother Zhao know he may come in."

The female cultivator outside answered respectfully, "Yes, Martial Uncle Chen!"

Chen Zhuo nodded slightly and closed his eyes to rest.

Before long, the Formation rippled faintly.

Zhao Shu's voice came from outside. "Junior Brother Chen, I'm here."

Chen Zhuo released the restriction from within. The door swung open, and Zhao Shu strode in with a palm-sized