"Xiao Bai, how much longer do you think Number Two needs?" Bored out of his mind, Ouyang tugged at his dog's ears and asked Bai Feiyu, who was teasing that Diao Mao.
Bai Feiyu reached up to feed the Azure Bird on his shoulder as he replied, "This will be a very long process. After all, an Immortal's legacy isn't something you can fully digest in a short while, let alone with the Sword Sect's countless years of accumulated heritage added on top."
Every sword in the Sword-Questioning Pool contained the Sword Intent of a mighty cultivator. An ordinary cultivator could benefit for a lifetime from obtaining just one, yet Ouyang had scooped up the whole pot, not to mention the Sword Immortal's legacy, which was an even greater tonic.
He had given Leng Qingsong far too much, leaving him unconscious even now, without the slightest sign of waking!
Ouyang turned to look at Chen Changsheng, who sat blankly off to one side. These past few days, Number Three had also seemed to have lost his soul, often sitting there for half a day at a time.
Chen Changsheng had said he had gained some insights recently and needed to direct most of his attention back to his true body, which was why the puppet accompanying Ouyang seemed somewhat vacant.
The three fellow disciples had already been left here for three days with no one attending to them. Ever since Tai'a left, he seemed to have forgotten all three of them and had never appeared again.
Could they be planning to imprison our group in the Sword Sect?
At the thought, Ouyang immediately jumped up as though his backside were on fire.
That was no figure of speech, because his clothes really were on fire.
The Sword Sect's Sword-Questioning Pool