Daoxuanzi's question puzzled Huang Xiao as well. The old man seemed somewhat interested in his Minghong Saber; after all, he had specifically mentioned it at the time.
But Huang Xiao still could not fathom the old man's thoughts, and the man had even taught him the astonishing Three-Form Demon Saber Technique.
"I asked him at the time, but his answer was that he was injured, so he couldn't dispel this curse," Huang Xiao said.
"Injured?" Daoxuanzi murmured, then shook his head. "Forget it. An old fellow like that is beyond my ability to handle. Whatever his position in the Demon Hall, you must stay on your utmost guard, lad. He must have something in mind, teaching you his saber technique. Haha, I imagine you're thinking of finding a way to shake him off in the future, but you had best not entertain that thought now."
Huang Xiao froze. That was naturally what he had been thinking. How could there be such a good thing in this world? He would certainly have to find a way to free himself from that old man's influence.
"Senior, are you saying I should obey him?" Huang Xiao asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Of course not. With your strength, resisting an expert at that level is utterly impossible. Even if you possess heaven-sent talent, your chances of reaching the level of those old undying fellows are slim. They are all experts sifted out over so many years. So, with your current strength, you should simply do as that old man says, or your life will be forfeit. Unless your strength reaches the level of those old undying fellows, that is. Of course, that old man clearly values you, so perhaps he wouldn't kill you," Daoxuanzi said.
"How powerful are those Old Fools?" Huang Xiao asked.
"Their strength?"