Halfway to Xuanhuang
Editor: Larbre Studio
Zhang Ruochen started to contemplate what Ling Feiyu had said.
To be a saint sword, one didn't just practice their sword techniques, but also their state of mind. If his or her state of mind couldn't be improved, they'd never become a sword saint.
Ling Feiyu said, "How many lifetimes of memories and saintly way comprehensions have you integrated?"
"Six," Zhang Ruochen said.
Ling Feiyu nodded calmly and said, "Not bad. With that experience, it'll benefit your future refining heaps."
Zhang Ruochen stayed silent for quite a while, and then, he said, "We spent three hundred years together in our sixth lifetime, and we made lots of unforgettable memories. Do you still remember them?"
Ling Feiyu was softened for a little bit, but then, she sharpened again. "Everything is illusory in 'Seven Lives and Seven Deaths Map.' What's the point of talking about this?"
"Have you ever liked me?"