"Ah, TSK, TSK. It's such a pity your Emperor of Yan doesn't practice swordsmanship."
Wei Zhonghe simply smiled without responding.
"That madman from Jin State, with a single word, propelled that sword-crafting Sword Zealot into the ranks of the Four Great Swordsmen. If His Majesty the Emperor of Yan also practiced swordsmanship, couldn't we casually appoint eight, or even eighteen, Great Swordsmen in this world?"
Wei Zhonghe continued to smile silently.
Baili Sword, seeing no response, continued in an extremely puzzled tone, "Are you really not going to bother about that old bull?"
Wei Zhonghe shook his head, smiling. "No."
"Then does it mean this old man has traveled a thousand li, starving and freezing, to come here for nothing?"
The old master had invited Baili Sword to accompany him precisely for protection. Because the old master needed to get close to Yanjing, he required time and someone to guard him.
