Nine Netherworld Palace, filled with a chilling atmosphere.
Wang Wei sat in the Great Hall, surrounded by a cold aura.
"Senior Brother, this Huang Xiaolong is too arrogant, he doesn't seem to regard you as significant at all. Everyone knows Yang Liming is your junior, yet Huang Xiaolong dared to attack him publicly, nearly crippling him!" Tan Lin, sitting by the side, cautiously said, "What does he mean by this? Does he really think this Creation Gate belongs to him, doing whatever he pleases?"
Wang Wei's expression was unreadable, revealing none of his inner thoughts, until he suddenly spoke: "How is your cultivation with the Heavenly Sword Ancestor's Heavenly Sword Sword Manual going?"
Tan Lin was taken aback, then smiled: "I didn't let Senior Brother down, I've already cultivated to the Heavenly Sword Third Level, and condensed the Heart Sword. Without the Innate Sword Spirit given to me by you, Senior Brother, I wouldn't have been able to condense the Heart Sword."
