Feng Ping considered, saying, "On the surface, it doesn't seem to be different from mine, but it seems to weigh a lot more. Although his skills are not as good as mine, he didn't lose much in a hard fight."
Xi Wen nodded, saying, "That's right. The kid is likely not a fourth-generation disciple, but a third-generation one. And, he probably didn't use the fifty-six-kilogram Tian Gang Sword commonly used by third-generation disciples, but the seventy-two-kilogram Tian Gang Heavy Sword, mixed with mysterious iron, which we second-generation disciples use."
Lu Wen gasped in astonishment, exclaimed, "Eldest Brother, are you saying...?"
Xi Wen nodded, sighing, "Only he could have trained such an exceptional disciple! It's been thirty years, and finally, there is news of him. Come on, fellow disciples, let's ask our master to come out of seclusion. Upon hearing his news, the master will surely be delighted." As he spoke, a shadow of regret appeared on Xi Wen's face.
