"Of course, I know of it."
Faced with Guang Ming's inquiry, Lü Yang didn't hesitate at all. He frowned and said, "That Immortal Spirit owes the Sword Pavilion karmic links. After reincarnating, it should have become a disciple of my Sword Pavilion."
"I was just about to kill it to grant it this opportunity."
As soon as he said this, the kindly smile on Guang Ming's face froze.
'A Sword Species from the Sword Pavilion...'
Thinking of this, Guang Ming scrutinized Lü Yang, while Lü Yang, relying on his extensive experience dealing with Ang Xiao, kept his expression perfectly straight.
'What a joke. I'm not panicking at all.'
Because he had discovered that the Guang Ming before him was far less terrifying than he had imagined.
After all, Lü Yang had witnessed the Bhagavat's personal arrival.
He could never forget that terrifying, despair-inducing pressure he felt even through the Centome.
Compared to that, Guang Ming was a far cry.
