Fan Changhe followed behind Feng Lingfeng and said, "Although the Kunlun lineage doesn't concern itself with worldly affairs, it must descend into the world to cultivate, and during this period of worldly cultivation, one must find their own disciple."
Lin Chuan looked at Feng'er, seeing him only smiling and not speaking, clearly indicating that what they said was not wrong.
Fan Changhe continued, "In the Kunlun lineage, each inheritor has their supreme weapon. Little brother, if I'm not mistaken, your weapon is a flying sword, isn't it?"
A flying sword, something often written about in fantasy novels, yet it truly exists.
Feng'er smiled and said, "You're right. After two hundred years of cultivation, I've refined Breaking Sun to this extent."
Two hundred years old, how is it possible? Feng'er looks like a young teenager. Lin Chuan and the others were stunned, their gaze at Feng'er as if looking at a monster.
