The Hall Master of Jiuyou watched the sword surge forward like a tide, a hint of panic in his heart, but it was dominated by uncontrollable jealousy.
"Why should he? Both of us are practitioners of the Dao, yet he can integrate and penetrate the five superior intents into a single sword, as if he were royalty or nobility—how is that fair!"
The Jiuyou seeds within the Hall Master were only condensed from the Jiuyou Intent of a middle rank.
Did he not want to condense a higher quality Dao seed?
How could that be possible? It was simply that he couldn't do it.
Resentment simmered in his heart.
For his own Dao, he had betrayed his bloodline, his race, and spent hundreds of years in arduous cultivation, yet he had only managed to grasp a single middle-rank intent.
Why was it that for geniuses like Ji Chuan, understanding such intents seemed as easy as eating or drinking, capable of mastering artfully five superior intents?
