Ouyang was instantly startled by the old fox's words. His true essence surged, instantly snapping the true essence cord Dongxu Zi had wound around his wrist.
"Your true essence has declined this badly? Even your dantian has started to shrink. If you keep this up, you won't meet a good end!" Dongxu Zi's lips moved as he looked at Ouyang before him, speaking with some bitterness.
"Stay out of my business. You old bastard aren't much better off than me!" Ouyang hastily hid his wrist and watched Dongxu Zi warily, afraid the old bastard would spot something else.
Looking at the flustered youth before him, Dongxu Zi seemed, for a moment, to see Ouyang as he had been when he first came up the mountain with Leng Qingsong and Hu Yun.
It had been the Beginning of Spring one year.
Dressed in gray robes, Hu Yun had come before Dongxu Zi in high spirits, leading the black-clothed Leng Qingsong by the hand, with Ouyang in a blue-green robe riding on his shoulders.
"Senior Brother, what do you think of my new disciples?" Hu Yun asked with a chuckle, holding Leng Qingsong's hand as though showing him off to Dongxu Zi.
Dongxu Zi naturally had a sharp eye. Although he did not know where Leng Qingsong had come from, a single glance told him that this boy had practically been born for the Sword Dao!
Simply standing there, he was like a treasured sword still covered in dust.
But the immense karma Leng Qingsong bore made Dongxu Zi frown involuntarily.
Dongxu Zi glanced at the chuckling Hu Yun, then rested his gaze on Ouyang, who was also staring at him.
His aptitude was abysmal. Never mind cultivating the Dao-he had the face of someone destined to die young. Calling his aptitude