Even Jiang Chen faltered, unsure how to respond. He had almost forgotten that, before Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenix, he had no right to speak.
He gave a dry cough and looked into the distance, no longer teasing Uncle Wei, the hundred-year-old man.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Jiang Chen could not help recalling that earlier World-Suppressing Sword.
That was also part of why he had wanted to see what Reincarnation could do.
He had actually sensed a trace of familiar power within it. Perhaps only after being enhanced to +3 had the Immortal's Finger recovered its former peak, displaying the grandeur of one who stood above the Forbidden Abyss.
And within that grandeur, he had seen a shadow of the King of Reincarnation!
"A descendant of the Sword Master? That old fellow Reincarnation really keeps his secrets. With such an astounding background, he still keeps such a low... ahem."
Jiang Chen stopped halfway through, suddenly realizing that the King of Reincarnation did not seem to keep a low profile at all. He had probably been at his most low-key when he was at the peak of the Nine-Step King level, serving as the strongest person in the world.
"That old rascal has a few tricks up his sleeve."
"Looks like I'll have to put in some real effort if I want to help Lord King Wei Wu seize that position."
He muttered to himself, his eyes darting about like a scheming adviser racking his brains over some treacherous plot for his master.
"The road to usurpation is long indeed, beset with obstacles and stretching far ahead. We press on through adversity-what hardships we endure..."
Beside him, Uncle Wei's heart could not help pounding wildly at the sight. He hurriedly flew farther away, acting as if he did not know Jiang