Zuo Shuming was startled, he drew back but still answered honestly, "I… I want to become a sword cultivator!"
"Really?" Lonemoon was even more agitated and grabbed his collar, questioning word by word. "You're sure it's a sword cultivator and not a body cultivator?"
"It's sword cultivator?" What the hell was a body cultivator? "Is there any problem?"
Lonemoon suddenly stiffened, an odd, inexplicable expression instantly appeared on his face, while it seemed like something was about to spill out of his eyes. He released his collar a while after and said solemnly, "No! No problem at all! Sword cultivator is the best, you're very suitable to be a sword cultivator, especially suitable!"
So many years had passed, finally… finally there was a disciple who wanted to practice the sword, he really felt like crying!
