Divine Sword Old Man was a bit unwilling.
Originally, he had accepted the fact that he wasn't as good as Taoist Longshan, planning to regain his face through his disciples, but he didn't expect to end up on the back foot.
Although this was just a casual trial where neither side exerted full effort, ending in such a way still left him feeling uncomfortable.
Taoist Longshan helplessly said:
"According to Brother Sword God's words, shall we let the True Disciples continue?"
Divine Sword Old Man shook his head, pointed to Zhuang Chen, and with a hint of affection on his face, said:
"A few years ago, I accepted a Last Disciple, named Zhuang Chen. He is now eight years old and has been practicing martial arts for just two years."
"After ten years, most True Disciples will have surpassed thirty years old, and it won't be their turn to appear. These younger ones will be the main force for the next ten-year challenge, so why not let them familiarize themselves now?"
