Having said this, Chen Qing bowed deeply once more.
He stretched out his hand, grabbed the red obsession, and swallowed it with one gulp as it shrank to the size of his palm.
Feeling a vast influx of Sword Dao experience pouring into his Sea of Consciousness, Chen Qing hurriedly sat down cross-legged to carefully comprehend.
After a month passed slowly by, Chen Qing, apart from attending gatherings, was immersed in the subtle mysteries of Sword Dao.
Now that he had ingested Red Ying's Sword Ghost obsession, Chen Qing could clearly sense that he seemed to be touching the edge of the Grandmaster realm.
Yet he could not step across that threshold no matter what.
His current realm in Sword Dao should be at the pinnacle of the Dharma Eye Realm.
He was not in a hurry and moved in front of the second Sword Ghost.
This second Sword Ghost, unlike the red-clothed Sword Ghost, was an old man.
Dressed in a coarse cloth garment, he sat desiccated in front of a colossal sword.
