After listening to the Dachshund's story, Ouyang's brain had crashed.
Ouyang counted on his fingers, carefully sorting out the relationships between them.
The Dachshund was that sword's scabbard, the founder of the Sword Sect was its Sword Tassel, the man before him was the sword spirit's sanity, and there was still a mad sword spirit inside that sword.
After Li Taibai died, the sword tassel had been lost in the Mortal World, taken human form, and become the founder of the Sword Sect.
The scabbard had taken the form of a Dachshund, but wait, that wasn't right. Why could Xiao Bai comprehend the Dao by looking at the Dachshund?
Ouyang voiced his doubts. The man held his hands together in front of himself, thought for a moment, and said, "I forged Li Taibai's sword, so logically speaking, I made this dog too."
"You left your own legacy behind as well?" Ouyang asked.
The man nodded and looked at Ouyang smugly. "You might not believe this, but although I hadn't become an Immortal before I died, I was only one step away."
Ouyang looked around and asked, "Then is this space your Immortal Small World?"
The man blushed and stammered, "Didn't I tell you? I was just one step short of becoming an Immortal, and this was where I fell short. All I did was pull out a little of Li Taibai's space."
Good grief, this guy even stole what he was supposed to be guarding?
As Li Taibai's sword spirit, he had actually sneaked a private little plot for himself out of Li Taibai's Minor World.
But compared with all this, the sordid mess Ouyang had just heard was far more complicated. It felt as though someone could pad it out into a hundred thousand words of a novel.
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