"However, Anye, whatever you do, don't think about avenging me," Ji Wuchen advised. "The Demon Venerable's strength and influence are far too great. Unless you enter the True Immortal Realm, going there would be like smashing eggs against a rock..."
"Rest assured, Master. Even if you hadn't said so, I wouldn't have gone to seek revenge." Wang Anye agreed with his master's view wholeheartedly.
What a joke. That was the Demon Venerable—one of the two strongest True Immortal-level figures in the Red Moon Demon Dynasty, someone standing at the very pinnacle of human civilization.
Ji Wuchen's voice caught.
Only after several breaths did he continue in a faint, ghostly tone, "Anye, you could at least act indignant and put on a show."
"Master, let's return to the topic of the Insight Sword Stele," Wang Anye said. "Which sword mark was the one you left behind?"
"Excluding that sword intent suspected to have been left by a True Immortal Realm expert, mine ranks fourth." Ji Wuchen introduced it with a hint of pride. "There, that one. Slightly below the center, quite conspicuous. Even counting all the patriarchs throughout history, your master's talent in the sword path ranks fairly high."
Following Ji Wuchen's directions, Wang Anye quickly found the sword intent his master had left behind.
A sword mark over four inches long stretched across the blue-gray stone stele, emanating a stern, chilling sword intent. Even after seven or eight thousand years, it had yet to fade.
Sure enough, just as his master had said, this sword intent was slightly longer than most of those on the stele. It fell short of the best, but surpassed the rest.
Ahead of it were only two marks, aside from the strongest one and the five-inch sword intent left behind by Patriarch Chen Jianming. Even