As the hum of the Immortal Slaying Sword shook the heavens and the earth, plunging the Immortals and Buddhas into panic once more,
Inside the Daoist Temple.
Lu Xuan regretfully retracted his Thin Sword Intent and scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
"Master, Third Martial Uncle, my aptitude is still a bit dull. In my first attempt, I only managed to comprehend three of the Great Dao Texts. To understand them all, I'm afraid it will take at least three or four years..."
Although Old Master was already mentally prepared, he almost plucked a white whisker at that moment.
The Daoist beside him felt his eye twitch uncontrollably, a sour feeling of jealousy welling up in his heart.
'First there was Xuandu, and now this boy... What did Supreme do to deserve this?'
'What did he do to deserve this!'
At that moment, Old Master seemed to guess what the Daoist was thinking, and the smile on his face only grew wider.
