Hearing Ouyang's words, Leng Qingsong froze for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I only want to be the sword in your hand, Brother. I haven't thought about anything else."
Ouyang covered his forehead, looking utterly defeated by Leng Qingsong. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Have you never thought about doing something of your own in the future, brat?"
Leng Qingsong scratched his head. For the first time, bewilderment appeared on that cold, handsome face. He really had never given much thought to a future as distant as the one Ouyang described.
Wherever his brother was, he would be there too.
There was no need for him to think that far ahead.
Looking at Leng Qingsong, who seemed ready to live off him for the rest of his life, Ouyang flicked him on the forehead.
Isn't this brat a little too simple-minded?
But on reflection, it made sense. The purer a person was, the faster they comprehended the Dao.
Not to mention that this brat was the reincarnation of an immaculate sword heart.
An immaculate sword heart was born spotless and undefiled, its heart turned toward the Great Dao, untouched by mortal dust.
Purity was what cultivators valued most.
This also explained why, the further Great Cultivators progressed in their cultivation, the more they followed their whims, increasingly giving the impression of mischievous old children.
"Did you really discover nothing on this trip to the Extreme Eastern Land?" Ouyang could only change the subject and ask.
"Discover what? If we're talking about discoveries, there is something I'd like you to clear up for me, Brother!" Leng Qingsong thought back and brought up what had puzzled him.
Ouyang watched Leng Qingsong, waiting for him to continue.
"Brother, do you remember when I went to the Nine Hells to