"Can it really be done like this? No, no!"
In a moment of temptation, Xu Lao Ying dismissed the thought, shaking his head repeatedly, "This is not the right thing to do!"
Looking at Tang Luo's stern face, Xu Lao Ying rubbed his hands together, flashing an ingratiating smile, and explained, "I am the Xu Clan of Yuanzhou's emissary. Although many of my clan members are dissatisfied with me, I am still an example for the younger generation of the Xu Clan."
"Cousin, you are right. By borrowing the sword intent of my grandfather or father, I could easily establish a mountain and found a sect, but once I do so, I'm effectively telling every hardworking swordsman in the Xu Clan — those young people striving to carve out their own Sword Saint's path — that they are all fools!"
