Chapter 740: One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand Swords

Daoist Xiantian was immersed in memories dating back a hundred and twenty thousand years, while Daoist Buyu held a writing brush, recording the memoirs of Daoist Xiantian. If one didn't look at the contents Daoist Buyu was recording, it would seem like a harmonious picture of the young and the old.

Daoist Xiantian talked from dawn till dusk, not stopping until he had fully digested the kebabs he had eaten at noon.

Lu Yang and Gan Tian took a brief glance at the things their master was recording with their Spiritual Sense. They worried that Daoist Xiantian wouldn't be able to accept Daoist Buyu's overly advanced ideas of propaganda and might do something outrageous, such as an ancestor beating his unworthy descendants. In tacit understanding, they decided not to mention this.

And it's not that what the master was recording was incorrect, as at the very least, each sentence was indeed spoken by Daoist Xiantian, only perhaps slightly embellished.