Gui spoke seriously.
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, "I'm hungry, but not completely."
The Sword Spirit nodded and said, "You've been touched a bit, right?"
Zhao Rong lightly coughed, then suddenly asked:
"So you helped me build this Pool Abyss in my Heart Lake and raised eighty-one Evil Flood Dragons just so they could 'eat' for me? The more primitive and brutal a powerful force is, the more it is accompanied by ambitions and desires, all sorts of negative impacts…"
He squinted and whispered, "And the possessor is often... polluted, manipulated by this power in turn."
"And I am using this Pool Abyss filled with Evil Flood Dragons to 'consume' the negative influences like violent desires, and then extract the purest of power to feed me... Hey, Gui, this is quite impressive."
The Sword Spirit chuckled softly,
"I merely followed its 'Dao', perfected its 'Methods', and altered its 'Techniques'."
