When the gray-haired middle-aged man rested his hand on his saber and spoke, the middle-aged Dao attendant guiding Chu Xisheng and the others was walking at the very front.
He showed little reaction to those words, merely stepping aside and watching with interest to see how Chu Xisheng would respond.
The middle-aged Dao attendant was curious: why did Jian Zangfeng attach such importance to Chu Xisheng and treat him with such courtesy?
He was merely a Blood-Yazi Candidate who could not master the complete Divine-Intent Death-Touching Saber.
The boy might have the makings of a Heavenly Pillar, but he was not one yet.
Chu Xisheng narrowed his eyes.
From the gray-haired man's very first sentence, he knew this had to be that simp, Li Tiangong, the Wonderful Saber Demon Craftsman.
Chu Xisheng was actually quite well disposed toward simps.
After all, fellow sufferers sympathized with one another; creatures grieved for their own kind.
Back in his university days, Chu Xisheng had also had a past too painful to look back on.
The problem was that this fellow was a vicious, ruthless simp.
Several previous owners of the Golden-Jade Matchmaking Sabers had died at his hands.
However Li Tiangong wanted to fawn over the Thousand-Leaf Immortal Maiden was his business, but killing people to vent his personal resentment was wrong.
Chu Xisheng's expression was indifferent. Resting his hand on the Golden-Jade Matchmaking Sabers, he said coldly, "You're Li Tiangong? I know what you've put out in the martial world, and I know four people have died because of it. But I'm taking these sabers. What are you going to do about it?"
"You!" Li Tiangong's eyes widened in fury, and he instinctively pressed his hand to his own saber, ready to strike.
He had not expected the fellow to be so