The old man sported a goatee, his eyes glistening like sword light—deep and unfathomable—clearly a formidable practitioner of the Sword Dao.
"It seems they haven't produced any remarkable disciples lately, have they?"
"Could it be that they're past their prime?"
"We are all Sword Sects—if your Shangxiao Sword Sect in Huangtian Continent is experiencing a dearth of new talent, we could lend you a few of our exceptionally gifted disciples," the old man said with a smile. "Don't be shy."
"Get lost," Cheng Tianyong shot a sidelong glance at him.
This was the Sword Head of the Qianyuan Sword Sect, a position comparable to Senior Brother Jian's. He was the foremost expert of the Sword Dao in Qianzhou, and his standing was as prestigious as that of the Sword Sect in Huangtian Continent.
