Xu Chang'an couldn't help but wonder, what business did Senior Sikong have in seeking him out?
Sikong Jing was unlike him, someone with a notorious reputation and virtually no presence. This senior had drawn the sect's Immortal Sword and was said to be the first in thousands of years to gain its recognition, a prodigy of unmatched talent.
So here lies the question.
Among the sword cultivators of similar age in this world, is there anyone who can reach the Realm of Senior Wen?
When it comes to this matter, there's no need to think. Even for a genius like Sikong Jing, the answer is predetermined.
Just as Xu Chang'an was pondering, he heard a warm voice in front of him.
"...Junior Brother, thanks for delivering the elixir. I have some fruits here, would you like to try them?"
"Thank you, Senior Brother, but I have a few more halls to visit," Xu Chang'an came back to his senses and replied.
