"Senior Zhuang, will you continue to practice martial arts?"
"Naturally, Martial Arts is something I cannot give up."
"I wish Senior Zhuang to accumulate wisdom thinly and soar high into the sky!"
Zhuang Butong laughed and shook his head, not saying much.
At his age, in terms of Heart Electricity and Spiritual Cultivation, he indeed had accumulated wisdom thinly, but his physical body had already taken shape, past the golden age of Martial Arts Cultivation, and what step he could reach next was hard to say.
"By the way, is that blade left by Marshal He?" Ji Jingqiu suddenly asked.
"Hmm." Zhuang Butong suddenly recalled Ji Jingqiu also had cultivated the Ten Thousand Ancient Blade, and it seemed to be... five blades?
He was about to say something when he heard Ji Jingqiu quietly ask:
"Senior, did you hear a blade cry earlier?"
Zhuang Butong's footsteps suddenly stopped.
