"Rest assured, the information indicates that Zhou Ping'an has only just entered the Nine Refinements stage, and has merely perfected a Sword Technique, with formidable combat strength," he said. "In my view, it's as easy as plucking a mushroom or selling an item at a market stall to take his life as easily as turning over my hand."
"However, under the Green Leaf Sect, that smelly Taoist is not far away, should we...?"
Yue Chengtian made a series of suggestive facial expressions.
His greasy demeanor was particularly laughable.
As for Zhou Ping'an, Yue Chengtian truly didn't take him seriously at all.
Let alone a junior, even the mentor who was worshiped by surnamed Zhou, that little girl Su Lianxue, wouldn't last a few moves in my hands.
What was there to worry about?
The only thing worth paying attention to was, in the Three Counties of Liyou, or rather, near the Yunjin Ferry Crossing, the Daoist known as Cang Wu's Sword had to be taken seriously.
