"Now I can't even get all the utensils for eating, but I still have the desire to learn about the Dao of Sword Formations from other cultivators." Old Jian said disdainfully in Ye Xiaoyao's heart.
"What if this junior brother is very wealthy and can gather the spiritual swords needed in the future." Ye Xiaoyao said.
"Even with the spiritual swords gathered, they will still be mediocre talents with excellent combat capabilities."
"If they don't ascend, they'll always just be ants among the masses." Old Jian said.
"Don't think about it too much, hurry up and go to the Volcanic Mountain Immortal Town to see if there's a reply." Old Jian urged Ye Xiaoyao in his heart.
"I know." Ye Xiaoyao collected his stray thoughts and turned into a sword light, flying towards the Volcanic Mountain Immortal Town.
At this moment, the resting Han Feiyu watched the distant sword light with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
