Longing was lost and then regained, and Jiang Wang's desire to fight completely diminished.
No matter how odd Monk Ku Jue behaved, his profound and immeasurable strength was laid bare before everyone.
It wasn't even clear how large the gap between them was, let alone any hope of closing it.
Leaving was impossible, as previously demonstrated by the fruitless pacing on the spot.
Fortunately, the yellow-faced old monk seemed to harbor no ill will.
Jiang Wang sighed, "Master, if you truly lack disciples, in my town there's someone who is indifferent to everything, who sees through life and death, and cares about nothing... I think he has great potential."
Inwardly he thought: Xiang Qian, oh Xiang Qian, with such a strong master, becoming his disciple is no disgrace. The era of the flying sword's three ultimate peaks is past, it's time to let go.
