"Lord Cang Sheng and Lord Shou, Holy Divine Palace and Saint Servant, who will win in the end?"
"Brothers, go to Flower Moon Tower in Feng Family City and treat me to a meal. I'm heading over to impart the Dao to you now!"
The crowd around the Dao Imparting Mirror immediately boiled over.
"Okay!"
"Flower Moon Tower, got it. As long as you dare to impart, I dare to host."
"How much is a meal worth of Spirit Crystals? Brothers, charge! Let's keep this kid soaked in wine his whole life, pickle him into a wine man."
"Hahaha, a wine man? More like an Alcohol Sword Immortal! Sounds more elegant, and I see potential in him as a swordsman..."
Unconsciously, Feng Tingchen wanted to turn around and drag that suicide-seeking kid back home.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
Was there not any truth to what Feng Zhongzui said?
The ancient swordsmen who had never witnessed the battle between Sword Deity Hua and Bazhun'an, didn't they feel regret too?
