The Sorrowless Lake during winter, in addition to the night breeze, was very cold. However, hot sweat was trickling down Peng Wanli's forehead due to his emotions.
"Heaven-tier?"
Upon hearing these two words, Peng Wanli's heart violently pounded. But soon after, his dream when he was young, of forging the absolute best sword in the world, appeared in his mind again.
It was unknown why, but this dream was like weeds that would perpetually grow in his heart. He would never be able to forget this.
Lu Zhiruo, who was quietly waiting at the side, watched Peng Wanli in puzzlement. (Why are you hesitating? Even a silly girl like me knows that I should choose the heaven-tier cultivation art.)
To put it in other words, the two choices given by Sun Mo weren't comparable at all.
Could it be that even though Peng Wanli looked astute, he was actually a fool?
