He couldn't believe it. He had only met this young Yan Immortal who had shattered nearly a hundred of his long swords a few hours ago, and now he was saying that he could one day rival his master. It was truly beyond imagination.
Seeing Jian Wushuang so confident, even the short and chubby old man felt shocked, but quickly scoffed, "This is utterly absurd, pure nonsense!"
Jian Wushuang smiled faintly, "Whether it's nonsense or not, only you know."
"Tell me the reason," the short and chubby old man stared at him intently, looking quite serious.
Jian Wushuang nodded and continued, "The reason is simple. His swordsmithing technique is not advanced, you could even say it's at a beginner's level. This shows his lack of skill."
"However, he compensates for it with diligence. In just the previous battle, he displayed nearly a hundred swords, and each one surpassed the last. If I'm not mistaken, the number of swords he has crafted must exceed ten thousand."
