He gently touched the enormous wound on his chest and abdomen with his right hand, and it began to heal. The mycelium wriggled, and it quickly returned to its original state.
However, this time, Xiao Jing did not attack.
He raised the broken blade in his hand to his eyes, admiring it obsessively. After a moment, he spoke.
"In the primordial times, when the Earth Sea surged and all beings mended the heavens, the ripples of the Earth Sea merged with the sky and formed this blade.
"In the third year of the Shenwu era, this blade fell from the sky and landed in Dongqi's capital, Baiyujing. Do you know what this signifies?"
Confronted with Xiao Jing's question, Zhang Ze remained silent.
It's not that he was posing as an expert or was disdainful of interacting with petty characters like Xiao Jing, but simply because he didn't know which year was the third year of the Shenwu era.
Fortunately, within Zhang Ze's body, the well-learned Old Ascenders were many.
