The Sword Spirit, who had entered deep slumber years ago, had awoken once again.
However, it was still as weak as ever. Sleep could only slow its decline, but it could not recover its energy.
The Sword Spirit's words did not seem to change the youth's decision. He insisted, "According to our Master's standards, he does not have the qualifications to stay."
"The Master's standards… " The Sword Spirit sighed and shook his head. "That standard is too high… To be at the large success stage of Sword Intent before the age of twenty, and to comprehend the Heart of the Sword before the age of hundred… "
"This standard was indeed set by our Master, but it was established based on the 12 Empyrean Heavens back then, provided that one had a powerful master, and had perfect heritage. In this lower realm, how can there be such things… In this desolate land, to have such a successor is already great luck… "
