Li Qiubai finished speaking, and Lu Qingshan was momentarily lost for words.
His heart was a mixture of emotions; the Sword Immortal was extremely powerful and domineering, this level of talent made arrogance natural. Moreover, Li Qiubai's arrogance wasn't deliberate, it was naturally expressed.
Yet, regardless of the reason, he still felt somewhat like "a hunter being hit by a bird" in a bizarre twist of fate.
"Are they your disciples?" Li Qiubai skipped this topic, glancing at Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu, his expression filled with interest.
Lu Qingshan was stunned, then nodded, saying, "Yes."
Li Qiubai raised his eyelids, chuckling, "You lucked out, where did you find two young disciples with innate spiritual light embedded in their bones?
If taught seriously, achieving Xia Daoyun's level wouldn't be easy, but it's highly possible for them to become Great Sword Cultivators."
Lu Qingshan was shocked.
Innate spiritual light embedded in their bones?
