Faced with the divine soul's majesty of the Heavenly Sword Master, Zhang Jiuyang only felt like a gentle breeze brushing against his face, with a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Useless trash.
Even with control over the entire Seven Stars Sect and assistance from a Sixth Grade Alchemist's spiritual medicine, he is still only at the Middle Stage of the Yunling Realm. His cultivation must have gone to waste.
Zhang Jiuyang said leisurely, "What is excessive about paying respects to a corpse? Or is it that you, Heavenly Sword, are trying to hide something?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Hahaha, Feng Lan Sword Lord was in his prime, even a supreme expert at the half-step Xuandan Realm, so why did he suddenly pass away? You won't let me see the corpse, could it be because there's something wrong with Feng Lan Sword Lord's body?
