Chen Ye withdrew the Iron Sword, the blade humming as it floated beside him.
His mind throbbed with pain, as this sword was ultimately too heavy and consumed too much Divine Sense to wield.
Yet, Chen Ye appeared unaffected, as if he did it with ease.
This act was intentional.
In the Cultivation Realm, only by possessing strength can one earn the respect of others.
Indeed, Master Gu had been indifferent to him before and only now was he willing to regard him seriously.
Chen Ye humbly said, "I have merely some insights into the path of Divine Sense..."
Master Gu's old face wrinkled into a frown; even he wasn't as skilled with Divine Sense as Chen Ye—this was merely some insight?
Beside him, Hee Qi was even more dumbfounded and stammered, "Brother Chen... you... you're no mere Spirit Plant Cultivator; you're clearly the reincarnation of a Sword Immortal! I think you should just leave Lingyin Sect and join the Refining God Sect instead!"
