Zhao Qiansun, dressed in a blue Daoist robe, stood in a tree looking thoroughly disgruntled. He froze for a moment when he saw Ouyang, then his expression returned to normal. Cupping his hands toward Ouyang, he said, "Fellow Daoist, I am Zhao Qiansun, a rogue cultivator."
Ouyang returned the salute. "I am Ouyang, a rogue cultivator."
Hearing Ouyang call himself a rogue cultivator, Zhao Qiansun's eyes lit up. He said warmly, "You're a rogue cultivator too, fellow Daoist? Then we can support each other in this Secret Realm. Although your cultivation is only at Qi Refining, don't worry. I, Zhao Qiansun, love making friends!"
Zhao Qiansun thumped his chest in assurance. After all, he did not consider Ouyang, who was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, a threat. Only Liang Zai, the dachshund tied to Ouyang's waist, drew his attention.
I actually can't see through a dog? Zhao Qiansun was somewhat puzzled, but he still showed none of it on his face.
Hearing that Zhao Qiansun liked making friends, Ouyang's eyes immediately lit up. He warmly clasped Zhao Qiansun's hand and said, "What a coincidence! I love making friends too. I'll be relying on you this time, Brother Zhao!"
Zhao Qiansun generously declared that as long as he had meat to eat, he would never shortchange his brother.
Their friendship rapidly warmed, as though they regretted not having met sooner.
Suddenly, a voice rang out across the entire sky:
"Since you chose to come here, you must want the legacy of the strongest, most handsome sword immortal in this world!"
"Go look! Go search! I left my legacy deep within this immortal tomb!"
"See the person beside you? Your first trial is to eliminate the person before you!"
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A streak of golden light flew toward Ouyang's