"If you don't have the soaring spirit in your heart, how can you face the people in the world?"
"You said it yourself. Do you dare to say Xu Xiaoshou's style was not taught by you?"
Mei Siren moved closer as he spoke. He frowned and chuckled. "Tell me, if the imagery of the Heart Sword Technique and the Heavenly Unravel can be passed down, it would be a great blessing. The great deeds of the ancient swordsman would be in vain if they were not made known to the world."
Bazhun'an had a strange look in his eyes as he tried to pull his arm out of the old man's grasp, but it seemed to be restrained by a huge force.
He sighed helplessly and said.
"If you all are able to learn... Hmm, let me think... It should be like this..."
"If I can pass it on, I definitely want to pass it on to you... Hmm, that doesn't seem right either."
Mei Siren's eyes flashed coldly when he heard this, and he almost wanted to hit a certain person.
