This guy, I don't recognize.
He looks like some nondescript punk lingering around Xiandu, his Divine Sense and Sword Intent sweep past, and all over, he's just a mortal.
But he's too close for comfort.
Between the visible and the invisible, Jiang Ding felt a sense of heaviness as heavy as a mountain.
Although he's in a bad mood right now, wanting to find someone to beat up legally.
But he wisely chooses to keep the peace.
"Dari Swordsman."
The punk, however, wouldn't let it go, continuing, "I told Dinghai before, all those troublesome sword cultivators are unstable elements, obstacles to building a harmonious legal society, and now I've been proven right, haven't I?"
Jiang Ding gave him a look.
He didn't say anything.
"I'm different!"
The punk slapped his chest, proudly saying, "You might see me smoking, perming my hair, and getting into fights, but my heart is the color of the Xianmen Sect, recognized by friends on the street, shown some respect."
"Let me tell you..."
