An Tuzi silently looked at the young man in green not far away.
"Your cultivation ground?"
He asked as if to confirm.
"It is mine."
Jiang Ding pointed with his finger, and the Taiqing Flying Sword hovered in the air, its splendid sword-light shining brightly. The array patterns of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond around him faintly merged with it, and the streams of sword qi above the magma lake were drawn towards this side, converging here.
An Tuzi fell silent at once.
Not because he acknowledged what the other said.
But because the power of this Great Sun Flying Sword within the Great Sun Heavenly Pond might exceed that of the outside world by many times. This place was the cradle of the successive Dari Swordsmen of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, possessing an absolute geographical advantage.
"How about waiting for me for two and a half years?"
