At the foot of Ten Thousand Swords Peak, countless people watched Chu Kuangren and discussed him.
Chu Kuangren, however, paid little attention. He looked at Ten Thousand Swords Peak, a trace of nostalgia appearing on his face. Back in the Mystic Heaven Sect, there had been a mountain peak like this too.
However, the Ten Thousand Swords Peak before him was countless times vaster than the one in the Mystic Heaven Sect.
Any random sword here could have leveled the Mystic Heaven Peak in his memories.
Buzz, buzz.
As though sensing Chu Kuangren's thoughts, the Kunwu Sword at his waist trembled, seemingly indignant. After all, it too had come from that sword peak in the Mystic Heaven Sect.
Chu Kuangren smiled faintly and rested his hand on its hilt. "I didn't say you were inferior to these swords. You're far stronger."
Buzz, buzz.
The Kunwu Sword trembled again, as though demanding, What do you need Wu Dao for? Don't you love me anymore?
"Even ten or a hundred Wu Dao Swords couldn't compare to you. But I need to establish myself in the Sword Spirit Clan now, and Wu Dao is somewhat useful, so I'll have to ask you to put up with this for now."
"Be good. Listen to me."
Chu Kuangren spent a while comforting the Kunwu Sword.
The onlookers exchanged glances. All they saw was this Monster from the ancestral land whispering to his sword as though he were delirious.
Could he actually be treating his sword as his lover?
"He loves swords to the point of obsession. As expected of a Monster from the ancestral land."
"A Sword Cultivator should have that kind of devotion."
"With such an obsession with swords, his mastery of the Sword Dao must be extraordinary."
After seeing Chu Kuangren's behavior, rather