"My sword is your sword."
Little Jiang Xue's heart blossomed with happiness and the smile on her face could no longer be held back. She simply loved Zhou Xuanji's attitude in not distinguishing between his and hers.
She shook her head as she jiggled, "It's okay. I can't even train one sword well, how can I do it with ten? I'm afraid I will go crazy."
At this time, North Valiant Sword suddenly approached.
Thud!
He knelt down straight away, his knees smashing three pebbles into flying pieces.
He tried to withhold his excitement and said, "Master, can you teach me this supremely powerful sword technique?"
Previously, when he heard that Xiao Jinghong was Zhou Xuanji's disciple, he still had his reservations and thought the young master was just bluffing.
Now, he was fully convinced.
Compared to his master, Sword God Zhou, Xiao Jinghong was not even considered as a little brother!
