I Have A Sword

Gu Pan shot a cold glance at the Great Daoist Brush Master. This time, however, he didn't lose his temper.

He had to endure and stay calm. Once he had his true body, he could literally kill this dog of a man with a single fart. Hence, why bother wasting energy arguing with him right now?

Seeing that Gu Pan had chosen not to retaliate, the Great Daoist Brush Master lost interest in him. His gaze shifted to the nearby sword, Star Spring. At the moment, Star Spring wasn't making any moves against Ye Guan. It was merely trembling in the air.

Clearly, it realized that it had seriously underestimated Ye Guan's strength.

Ye Guan glanced at the Star Spring but chose not to attack. Instead, he turned and began walking away.

The Great Daoist Brush Master was slightly surprised and asked, "You're really going to let that slide?"

Ye Guan said calmly, "Why would I waste time being mad at a sword?"

Gu Pan seized the moment to mock, saying, "Exactly. Unlike some people who get petty over every little thing."

The Great Daoist Brush Master turned to glare at Gu Pan. "What the hell do you know? The only reason he didn't get worked up is that he knows he can't beat that sword right now.

"And let's not forget that you and I are both right here, waiting for a chance to strike. If he makes a move, and we take the opportunity to ambush him, he'll be in deep trouble. You don't know jack, so shut up."

Gu Pan's face darkened. He turned to Ye Guan, only to find his expression as calm as ever. That made Gu Pan even more annoyed. Damn it, these two bastards are both so cunning. It's so infuriating.

The Great Daoist Brush Master cast Ye Guan a chilly glance, and then the three continued on their way.