Tan Shuchang had been cultivating for seven years, losing track of time as the cultivation didn't account for years, gradually forgetting what time it currently was.
He had intended to have a long and detailed conversation with the Demon Cultivator next door about the secrets of ascending to immortality, but in the end, he decided to cut the long talk short, and to not speak of short conversations.
This was the ever-present rule for lengthy discussions.
Next door, the Demon Cultivator thought I was playing her and drew her sword to strike, her figure vanishing into the distance with the sword light. And judging by her demeanor, if she hadn't been sure she couldn't defeat me, that sword light would have been aimed at me.
Indeed, that Demon Cultivator was just a disguise for a Sword Cultivator.
The Demon Cultivator was truly cunning.
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