Soon after the temple owner Liang Yi went down the mountain, the old Confucian scholar with a book box on his back talked with the old master Xu Ji endlessly on the mountain path. Then Xu Ji whose white hair looked dim with no shine nodded.
The old Confucian scholar said with a smile, "Rest assured. In three or four hundred years at most, I will give you a swordsman at the Ascending Stage."
Xu Ji looked indifferent. "Don't need to make it by force. As he wants to leave the mountain since long ago, nobody can stop him, but please take care of him after he goes down the mountain."
The old Confucian scholar nodded and signed with emotion, yet he didn't say more. After he reached the mountaintop, he went to the sword grave first. He didn't talk much to the teenage boy in the sword grave abo
