Zhao Huangting smiled and said, "There's no such thing as longevity in this world. What's wrong with death? I only seek pleasure."
The old swordsmith nodded. "Not bad. You look carefree, and that's better than many people who are unscrupulous when their lifespan is about to end."
"You flatter me. I'm just a commoner." Zhao Huangting said.
The old swordsmith smiled. "However, a commoner like you has brought a huge surprise to the Sword Pool Palace today."
When Zhao Huangting heard this, he immediately grinned with a smug expression.
"Green Mountain won't choose the wrong person, and I, Zhao Huangting, won't make a mistake either."
The old swordsmith's gaze shifted and landed on the Sword Pool Lake that had split into two in the distance.
His Primordial Spirit could sense the gaze in the Sword Pool Lake that seemed to change the color of the world. He could not help but smile.
The old man cupped his fists and bowed.