Chu Zhiyuan smiled without speaking.
He had always acted cautiously himself, yet he seemed to fall slightly short of Xu Yuhe.
Xu Yuhe led the Qingwu Sword Sect disciples, while Chu Zhiyuan led Fu Zheng and Li Yuzhen. After leaving the Prince Consort's Mansion, the group headed straight out of the city.
After passing through the east gate, they drifted eastward.
The presence of these Qingwu Sword Sect masters gave them an imposing air, but it also slowed them down.
Chu Zhiyuan was in no hurry.
He was pondering the Qingwu Sword Sect's Divine Treasure and what kind of Divine Race martial art it contained.
It was probably a sword technique as well.
His interest in sword techniques was not all that great.
A mere sword technique was not an ultimate method. Though it also included a mental cultivation method and could advance one's cultivation realm through it,
it was ultimately only meant to support the sword technique, raising one's cultivation realm as a byproduct rather than serving as a pure internal cultivation method.
Yet he was also wondering whether Divine Race martial arts possessed no ultimate methods at all, merely being wielded according to the practitioner's cultivation.
If that was truly the case, there was no need for him to keep pursuing this.
Still, that was only a sudden whim. It might not be so, and needed to be verified.
He suddenly raised his head and glanced around.
Two groups of Devil Race masters were lurking three miles away, restless and ready to make a move.
He did not point them out at once, wanting to see what the Qingwu Sword Sect masters were made of.
Seeing that he was no longer lost in thought, Xu Yuhe smiled and struck up a conversation. "Imperial Son-in-Law, when will Her Highness