Dongfang Sansan and Gu Changhan both had awkward expressions.
If you know, you're talking about training disciples, but if you don't, you'd think you were eating a whole roasted lamb...
"...In short, now that his foundation has been supplemented, his sword bone is sharper, and his cultivation is at the first grade Martial General, I didn't push him too hard. Because he missed the opportunity to lay a solid foundation at a young age, he needs to catch up. But this kid is truly hardworking, practicing swordsmanship for more than eight hours a day..."
The Ningxue Sword smiled like a blossoming flower, saying: "Once his problems are resolved, unless something unexpected happens, his future should be longer than mine. Thank you, Ninth Brother, I can count on having a successor now."
Dongfang Sansan nodded and said: "That's good."
Gu Changhan stood there dumbfounded.
