"..."
Watching Pei Jinye's face turn black, the laughter of the little old man in the blue robe grew even more hearty.
"Haha, you young fellow, despite all your scheming, you still ended up trapping yourself."
"Master, you can't just stand by and do nothing, do you have any peerless sword techniques to pass on to me?"
The smile on the little old man's face suddenly stiffened, and he said irritably, "You've got quite the nerve, asking for several books just like that, you're getting just one, and if you practice it well, the title of Sword Immortal might be yours one day."
"That powerful? Who else besides me has learned this sword technique?"
"Your second senior brother."
"And how good is his swordsmanship now?"
"Well, he's just too playful, barely managed to reach the status of a half-step Sword Immortal, and I heard not long ago that he crippled a First Level Arbitrator."
The little old man pulled out his senior citizen smartphone and swiped up a photo.
