"Brother Chen is too modest," he said. "At just twenty-six, you haven't even joined the Seven Profound Sect, and you've already figured out the second step of the Xun Wind Artistic Conception on your own. In the future, you're bound to be a formidable enemy of mine. No amount of caution is excessive. If you were to join the Seven Profound Sect and step into the Five Viscera Realm, then cultivate three or four more types of Artistic Conceptions, wouldn't that be dreadful?"
Cheng Houhua chuckled as he drew out a sword emanating wisps of chill from the bamboo basket he carried on his back and said, "So, to prevent any long nights filled with dreams that could leave me restless, it's best for Brother Chen to depart this world sooner rather than later—better not to struggle and suffer."
As his voice faded,
he swept and swung the Cold Clear Sword in his hand.
