The tall man who emerged from the old nunnery was Luo Huainan.
The head disciple of the Zhongzhou Sect's sect master, the undisputed strongest cultivator of the younger generation-he had many other titles, but none rang as loudly as his name itself.
Looking into Zhao Layue's clear black-and-white eyes and recalling that earlier flash of cold light, Luo Huainan felt somewhat awed.
Of course he knew who Zhao Layue was.
To have reached such a cultivation realm at so young an age would make her the most outstanding figure in any sect in the world.
Yet in his view, she was still too young, her cultivation still shallow. She would need many long years before she could become a true opponent.
He had not expected Zhao Layue's Sword Heart to be so keen already.
She truly deserved to be called an innate Dao Seed-and was she not far more than that?
It seemed the rumors were true. Guo Nanshan had been right: she had cultivated that incomparably perilous method to its utmost limit.
Could tempering the body with sword intent truly produce an acquired sword body?
Zhao Layue took a step forward.
Luo Huainan watched her quietly, waiting in silence for her to speak.
Clearly, he had become much more cautious. This was also a sign of respect.
Just then, Jing Jiu raised his left hand.
Zhao Layue understood what he meant. Without speaking, she stepped back to his side.
It was just like back in Small Mountain Village and South Pine Pavilion, when Liu S sui could understand Jing Jiu's meaning from a gesture or even a glance.
Now Zhao Layue could do so too.
Luo Huainan was somewhat astonished.
Very few things in the world could astonish him anymore.
For this was quite unexpected.
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