Zhang Yan, with a head full of white hair, looked at Zhao Ci and said solemnly, "There is no future for Wangyue Continent, the Mo Luo clan simply cannot be resisted.
You might as well become my disciple and join the Vast Wave Realm."
"My elder, when I was young, I vowed not to take other teachers, and if I do, it would be the strongest, the Faceless Sword God," declared Zhao Ci, his eyes unshaken.
He had grown up listening to the tales of the Faceless Sword God, and held the utmost respect, and even fanaticism, towards the god who single-handedly fought off the invading demons from the three thousand realms, bringing everything back under control.
"Humph!" Zhang Yan scoffed, "You are shortsighted. In the Heavenly Dao of the Wangyue Continent, the strongest is nothing more than a Divine Skill.
Even though the Faceless Sword God is mighty, it's just an unusual Purple Mansion."
"As for me, I might reach the Purple Mansion in this lifetime.
