Mo Hua sat alone atop the big tree, sighing helplessly.
Just as he was bored out of his mind, someone walked over from afar. Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he called out, "Xiaoxiao!"
The newcomer was none other than Linghu Xiao.
To outsiders, he was the aloof Sword Dao Genius, rarely seen with a smile on his face.
In the entire Taixu Gate, only Mo Hua dared to call him "Xiaoxiao."
Linghu Xiao felt hopeless too.
Mo Hua sat in the tree, waving him over. Linghu Xiao used his movement technique, his figure like a sword, and in just a few swift steps climbed up next to Mo Hua.
"You finished your match?"
"Yeah, finished."
Linghu Xiao nodded. He was now at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, already starting to refine the Chongxu Sect sword as his own Magical Treasure. Not only had his cultivation improved, but his Sword Qi was sharper than ever.
