"Oh? Who are you? I need to thank you very much."

"I... you care who I am and what reputation I have for doing good deeds? Isn't this despicable?"

"Well, as expected of you."

The young Confucian scholar nodded and pointed downwards, "You just said it is the most vicious thing on the surface. What do you mean? Is there anyone worse than this young master?"

Gui thought for a while and said, "It does exist, but few people know about it. There are many secrets in the Xuanhuang cultivation world."

It slowly said: "As far as I know, there was an ancient emperor who had a blood-stained bronze mask born in the abyss of his heart; there was also a Taoist saint who had a severed head appear in the abyss of his heart.

The dilapidated statue belongs to a certain Taoist ancestor..."

Sword Spirit's tone was gloating.

The young Confucian scholar also nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that I am not the worst off."

After saying that, Zhao Rong turned around and left, not wanting to stay here anymore.

"Hey, why are you running?"

Zhao Rong had an expressionless expression on his face, "Stop playing, training is nothing. Other people's sword masters are getting stronger and stronger, and I am getting more and more unlucky."
Chapter completed!