"What is it?"
"Good disciple." Wen Jingge gently rubbed his still slightly chubby face. "Tell your master, whose cultivation is stronger, mine or your Uncle Shan's?"
“Naturally, it’s Master.” Liang Si said with a hint of pride, “If we’re talking about swordsmanship, Uncle Shan is not as good as Uncle Ai. If Uncle Ai hadn’t had his cultivation destroyed by demonic cultivators, he would have been a swordsmanship master who founded his own sect long ago.”
Although my master did not create a sword sect, the sword techniques he practiced were unconventional, and others could not learn them or dare to imitate them.
If it were before…
He looked at Wen Jinge's face and, seeing no change, felt relieved. "Master has already reached the second rank, while Uncle Shan has been stuck at the third rank for hundreds of years."
"Do you think I need to do this behind everyone's back if I want to kill your Uncle Shan?"
Liang Si looked around in fear. The doors and windows were locked, and she wondered if she had misheard. "Master... just now..."
Tell me, do you need it?
"No need. But, but..."
"With my current cultivation level, can I escape unscathed after killing your Uncle Shan?"
“If it were a sneak attack… that would be acceptable.” He swallowed hard, extremely nervous. “But, but Master wouldn’t do such a thing.”
Why?
"Although I do not know why Master asked this question, I know that Master is always straightforward and would never be the kind of person to stab someone in the back."
"Alright." Wen Jingge patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Go down first, and let me think it over carefully."
【What do you want to do now?】 "It doesn't exist." My heart is tired.
“This world is not right. Huo Yongfei and Shan Hongxing both know that I want to kill them but I won’t. Tell me, how could they believe Wen Jinge when she was framed?”
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