Zhao Congjian returned on his sword and landed before Zhou Xuanji. He knelt down with one knee and cupped his fist, saying, "Master, the news has been sent out."
Zhou Xuanji, who was internalizing Qi, nodded slightly.
"Why must we send this out ahead of time?" Zhao Congjian asked curiously.
If his master were to lose to the Sword Monarch, wouldn't that become a joke for the world?
But he did not dare to point this out.
Zhou Xuanji understood what he meant. "What is my identity? Have you forgotten?" He opened his eyes and replied.
"Great Zhou's Empress will surely continue to find trouble for me. The bigger I make this, the more people will be attracted."
"Great Zhou's Empress is not on the moral high ground. If she dared to deal with me before the eyes of the world, she would lose her position. At the same time, it could also attract the attention of Emperor Yan of Zhou."
