"Chuan Ying, truly lives up to his reputation! It's a pity that he hasn't achieved supreme sincerity and sanctity with the saber! I wonder if Master Si Mengba has difficulty capturing that feeling?"
Ding Peng suddenly sighed, slinging the Crescent Moon Saber diagonally across his waist. His black clothes matched with the Demon Blade, engraved with the poem "One Night Listening to Spring Rain in a Small Tower," giving him a cold and aloof appearance, full of demonic nature.
This sentence sounded profound and mysterious, causing Jiang Dali to ponder briefly before understanding the meaning behind the words.
Si Mengba wanted to refute, but after deep contemplation, he suddenly realized that Ding Peng was indeed right.
Although Chuan Ying became famous with a thick-backed saber early on, he did not truly delve into the Sword Dao with supreme sincerity and sanctity.
