Dozens of feet away, the Old Fisherman's body gradually re-formed with his fishing rod still in his hand. He did not attack again. He simply stared at Li Yun for several breaths, then looked at the swords around him, and then studied the fading traces of Li Yun's five Intents. Finally, he laughed.
"Hahahaha!"
His laughter echoed across the sea.
"Good. Excellent!" The Old Fisherman looked genuinely delighted. "Eight months. Only eight months, and the little fellow who couldn't survive a single flick of my fishing rod has already reached this level."
He slowly shook his head. "You can actually make five completely different Xiantian Stage Intents coexist inside one sword-control technique. Little fellow, your improvement has gone beyond even my expectations."
Li Yun waved a hand, and the six thousand swords gathered and returned to the sword-nurturing gourd while the phenomena around him slowly faded.
"You're praising me too much, Senior."
