Chunyu Cultivator squinted his eyes, yet laughed freely:
"However, there are countless heroes in the world, and talented individuals abound. Only the most outstanding ones can truly amaze everyone.
Compared to my disciple Zhaoyang, Bai Qilang still falls short.
Zhaoyang walks the path of the Sword Cultivator; with a Divine Soldier in hand, even the most formidable physique must fear him threefold."
"If I had wielded the Nanming Li Fire back then, how could I have let that wretch Ninghai Zen gain the upper hand!"
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At Yanzi Cliff, Ninghai Zen fished by the riverside.
After the time it took for two incense sticks to burn, he saw Chen Xing arriving by boat.
Unlike the last time they met, when he was wearing splendid robes, with a beard like a halberd, exuding a heroic aura.
This time, the master was somewhat unkempt with snow-white hair, his once straight back inexplicably stooped, and his eyes dull and murky, like an elder nearing his twilight years.
