In just a few breaths, it had already healed almost completely, leaving only a faint scar, which would disappear without a trace in no time.
Shi Qiu Daoist's face showed a trace of bitterness, and he spoke slowly:
"Heavenly Sword!"
He had painstakingly studied for years, putting in countless efforts to tailor a swordsmanship for Li Changkong, thinking it could match him in battle, but unexpectedly, today it was broken by Li Changkong's disciple.
Yuan Ji nodded slightly, speaking calmly: "Not bad, but regrettably, this sword is not perfect. After you reach perfection, you may come to the Bluestone Valley to find me!"
After saying this, he didn't look at Shi Qiu Daoist again and ignored the frightened and reverent gazes of the surrounding Qian Yuan Daoist Sect disciples. His boots stepped on the shattered stairs, making a crisp sound, and he slowly walked down the mountain.
"Just leaving like that?"
