"You were quite handsome the way you were before," Feng Yun commented as he confirmed the identity of the Crazy Sword Saint and stepped inside the room.
"Come with me. Help me save someone," the Crazy Sword Saint urged without preamble.
Feng Yun raised an eyebrow. "Wait a moment. You've really recovered your strength, haven't you? That means… you should be able to contend with the Guild Master of the Black Wolf Guild now?"
He observed the old man carefully. He couldn't see through his current cultivation at all. The man standing before him was like a sheathed divine blade—restrained, but ready to strike at any moment.
"Contend with him?" The Crazy Sword Saint sneered. "I only need three breaths to defeat him now."
Even Feng Yun was slightly taken aback by the bold claim. But judging by the aura radiating from the man, it didn't seem like empty boasting.
