"Miss Gongsun is also commendable,"
"Gentleman without a month, Tao calculates the universe."
"Even Old Zhou has a Breaking Formation Song."
"Damn it, who branded me the Mad King and you the Black Monk? It sounds like titles suited for a young hero's lackeys, utterly lacking in style." Chen Chengbi was still rambling incessantly, even though sixty years had passed since then, whenever he mentioned such matters.
Chen Chengbi patted Li Guanyi's shoulder, his hopes for him immense,
"Forge yourself a renowned name!!!"
The monk spoke gently, "However, that young Sword Saint was peerless in the Sword Dao. There are three great leaders in the world of swordsmanship, the first is Sword Madman, the second is Sword Saint, and the third is Gongyang Su Wang. Each of their names resound in their own right, having challenged each other numerous times."
"Among them, Sword Saint is second."
