Gu Luo and Duan Jian, despite their slow pace at the back, remained intensely focused on Xin Ling and Song Jian.
Soon, Gu Luo's complexion grew increasingly pale, whereas Duan Jian's lips were always tinged with a faint smile.
"It looks like I'm going to win, you stingy ghost. You're only willing to offer a day's access to the Sword Spirit Pool, but even one day isn't bad. Maybe it will stimulate Song Jian to awaken a higher-level Sword Body!" Duan Jian said with a light chuckle.
