Junzi Temple, outside the building.
The Great Swordman who walks higher and farther, and the Little Swordman whose realm is inferior but whose body refining is purer, stared at each other wide-eyed.
Chu Huaixu and Xu Ziqing both felt the sensation in their hearts was wonderful and strange.
As the senior disciple, he felt like he had delved into the Sword Dao within the Daoist Ancestor Secret Realm for too long and had become slightly obsessed.
"This is too abstract!" he thought to himself.
Chu Huaixu felt, if Xiaoxu were truly an unrivaled sword, could his sect really wield him?
Though, for a Body Refiner, weight means nothing to them...
Yet, such a scene was excessively bizarre, and merely envisioning it made him chuckle as he looked at Xiaoxu.
The delicate youth saw his senior brother inexplicably laughing heartily at him and was somewhat baffled.
