Shi Shenzong fell silent. Zhou Xuanji's words made him feel shocked, as well as feel a stabbing in his heart.
Indeed, he was the Sword Saint, and if he had to rely on his disciple's protection after ascending, wouldn't he become a laughingstock?
He also wanted to be independent.
However, he had offended the Heavenly Palace's Xuanyuan Clan and other factions drooled at his talent. If no one protected him, it would be very difficult for him to survive.
In the Great Thousand World, there were countless capable people. Even if he hid deep in the mountains, there would be people who would be able to find him.
Zhou Xuanji could tell that he felt quite uncomfortable and he once again sent a telepathic message, saying, "If you don't want to be a Sword Slave, how about a Sword Attendant?"
Shi Shenzong felt speechless and asked, "What's the difference?"
Zhou Xuanji replied, "It will make you feel better inside."
Shi Shenzong fell silent.
