Wei Yuan bowed his head, not uttering a word.
Xiao Yu said quietly from the side, "Junior Brother Wei's Immortal Swords seem to be more than one."
"Oh? Are there more? Let's see them," Zhang Sheng's expression eased somewhat.
It seemed that his disciple had a decent comprehension ability, capable of understanding different Immortal Swords. Even if the grades were lower, it was not easy. Moreover, with the Ten Thousand River Mountains, Wei Yuan wanted to grasp more Immortal Swords probably because he admired him and wanted to try walking the great path of his master.
Zhang Sheng thought to himself that he should find time to properly guide Wei Yuan, to not always think about imitating his master. It was most important to find his own path...
