"This lad was decisive by nature and unhesitating in killing, truly one of us sword cultivators!
Though he was already past sixteen and could no longer master the sect's three great sword canons, among the handful of mighty sword immortals in the Universe, judging by their lives, not all had attained 'Ten Steps, One Kill' before sixteen..."
Before the short Daoist.
Qiao Yubi gave a rare sigh and said earnestly, his expression solemn:
"If he can emerge from Qiaoming Gorge, he will surely be a tiger entering the mountain forests, a dragon roaming the vast sea. His future achievements will be boundless!"
"Yu Bi, wait. Surely you aren't joking with me? Did you see clearly?"
The short Daoist stroked his beard. Only after a long while did he slowly ask.
"Forgive me, Patriarch. I dare not speak recklessly. If he survives Qiaoming Gorge, joins our Zhongyi Sword Sect, and receives guidance from a renowned master, there may be a fifty-fifty chance that he will bring our sect another ten thousand years of flourishing!"
The moment these words rang out, it was as though dragons and serpents rose from the land, shaking heaven and earth with a sudden thunderous roar! Even the Turbid Tide before them, as vast as the Northern Darkness, trembled beneath it!
Upon hearing this, the short Daoist whose image had manifested within the pillar of light.
Could not help raising his white eyebrows. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked thoughtful...
I wondered why Tong Xuan suddenly came to exchange pleasantries when it was neither a holiday nor a festival. So he wanted to snatch a promising seedling from our Zhongyi Sword Sect?
*That black-hearted maggot still has a belly full of festering foulness! When he showed me his wounds a few days ago and