Zhuo Rusui was so excited that he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice even cracking at the end. It sounded rather ridiculous.
What he said was even more absurd.
Everyone knew Jing Jiu held the Immortal Register in his left hand and could not let go, leaving him no choice but to keep it behind his back. Yet Zhuo Rusui made it sound as though he were truly giving Qilin the handicap of fighting with one hand.
Besides, sword cultivators in the Wilderness Roaming Realm hardly needed the aid of sword arts anymore. What difference did one hand or two make?
Qilin ignored this deranged Green Mountain disciple, who kept his head lowered and dared not look at him. Staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, he asked, "Right here?"
Zhao Layue suddenly spoke. "You've lived for tens of thousands of years and still can't control your strength. Who did all those years of yours go to?"
She had been silent for a long time. She suddenly said something so sharp and cutting, something she would never ordinarily say, because she was truly nervous now.
She did not know exactly what this Quiet Garden meant to Jing Jiu, but she believed being here should give him more advantages.
"Not to that dog of yours, at any rate."
Qilin made this indifferent remark, then paid no further attention to this deranged Green Mountain disciple, who kept staring at a distant hall. He asked, "Shall we begin?"
As he spoke, he kept staring into Jing Jiu's eyes-he and White True Person both suspected Jing Jiu's origins. If the man really was Jingyang reborn, no amount of caution would be excessive, even though he was now merely at Wandering the Wilds, Middle Stage, and could be killed with a flick of a