"Xu Xiaoshou..."
Do you still recognize me?
When that voice called out again, Xu Xiaoshou had already calmed down and dismissed all his previous assumptions, raising his voice:
"Senior, I think I know who you are."
"Oh?" A voice came through without a visible figure, carrying a hint of amusement.
Xu Xiaoshou didn't give him another chance to speak.
He also practiced the Ancient Sword Technique, and after calming down, he realized maintaining this Flower World must be extremely taxing.
Yet this person made such a grand gesture, completely unafraid of the cost?
No!
The ancient swordsmen, except for themselves, are all endurance liabilities; this is a truth that's persisted through the ages.
He probably has no choice but to do so!
Or perhaps he's trapped, unable to control his power, and can only act in such a manner—this perfectly matches his usual reclusive behavior.
