Chapter 1141: Sword Maniac Li Zi, Old Memories
"He still has the nerve to come? If I were him, I'd have rolled out of Chang'an City long ago," the Young Man beside him snorted coldly.
"After all, his legs are broken. How could he survive if he left Chang'an?" someone said with a strange, mocking tone.
Yet the beggar in the corner remained unmoved.
With his back to everyone, he merely gazed quietly out the window and quietly drank the wine in his hand.
"Filthy beggar, I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me?" The leading Young Man walked over, smashed the beggar's wine cup with a slap, and said blandly.
"Has Lin Jian Academy of Great Zhou fallen so low in recruiting people now?" The beggar slowly raised his head and replied calmly.
His voice was hoarse, but he was not angered, as though his state of mind were a pool of stagnant water.
"You dare mock Lin Jian Academy?" the Young Man said coldly.
"Look at the useless state you're in. If not for Master's orders that you weren't allowed to die—
Did you think you could have lived until now? You dog-like thing, do you still think you're the Sword Maniac from back then?"
"Sword Maniac was merely a title others gave me. I stopped caring about it long ago."
The beggar said placidly, "Now, I am merely an ordinary man who carries a sword."
"Carries a sword? Can you even lift one now?" the Young Man mocked.
"If there is a sword in the heart, the sword endures forever," the beggar replied.
The several Young Men snorted, yet they found themselves unable to refute him.
After all, they were all sword cultivators.
One of the Young Men then said, "Li Zi, Great Zhou is already in