What Ye Qingchen never expected was!
The Guardian of the eighteenth level was none other than the remnant soul of the Hundred Leaves Celestial Saint.
"Indeed!"
The Hundred Leaves Celestial Saint nodded slightly and then said, "This swordsmanship is too enigmatic and mystical, it is a technique that can never be employed. That's why I sit here overseeing it..."
"Young man, making it all the way to this level, your strength has already exceeded my imagination. But I've observed all your previous battles, you absolutely cannot defeat me!"
"So, you should quietly train here for thirty days, and leave the Glazed Tower when the time is up!"
The words of the Hundred Leaves Celestial Saint made Ye Qingchen raise his eyebrows.
He actually had such confidence.
To directly tell Ye Qingchen to give up the challenge and focus on training!
However.
Since Ye Qingchen had already reached this level, how could he simply admit defeat?
