Become a scholar official?
Han Muye smiled and shook his head.
His current Confucian cultivation was only a step away from becoming a Grandmaster.
He did not fancy becoming a mere scholar official.
However, when he left a poem in Xisai Town that day, his literary talent combined with the Sword Dao allowed him to gain a lot of insights.
Slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye restrained his divine sense.
Sword light flashed on Lin Shen's body, protecting Han Muye.
It was his duty.
In Han Muye's divine spot, the original golden Great Spirit was constantly spinning, as if it was constantly brewing.
There was also a faint golden color on seven long swords.
This was something that had never happened before.
Previously, the Great Spirit and the soul sword Qi did not interfere with each other at all. There were no signs of such fusion.
The Great Spirit had the power to suppress all demons in the world.
