Fang Xianjue gave a bitter smile, then said, "Young man, your Cultivation Level must be pretty good, but this matter is of great significance and simply not something you can interfere with! If you really want to know, you'll need to inherit my mantle!"
"Oh? Inherit your mantle?" Xue An gave a faint smile as strands of Sword Qi began to emerge around him.
The Sword Qi was like snow, making Xue An seem as if an Immortal had descended to the world.
Fang Xianjue's body shook, and his eyes showed an unmatched look of astonishment, "Such Sword Intent... Heaven above!"
"And now, you still want me to inherit your mantle?" Xue An said indifferently.
Fang Xianjue showed a hint of embarrassment, then said solemnly, "Senior, you... are not from Guiyi?"
Xue An nodded slightly.
A look of excitement appeared on Fang Xianjue's face, "At last! My thousands of years of arduous waiting were not in vain!"
