Ye Xuan smiled without speaking.
Ye Tianlong wasn't much older than the Sword God. If Ye Tianlong were still here, his martial arts cultivation today would be immeasurable. Perhaps he would become a Dragon, or perhaps stagnate.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Xuan chuckled lightly and said, "Draw your sword."
"You are worthy enough to make me draw my sword," the Sword God looked deeply at Ye Xuan and said, "But not today."
Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"
"In seven days, on Canglang Island, we will determine the winner and also life and death!" the Sword God said gravely.
"Canglang Island?" Ye Xuan shook his head with a smile, "Isn't that a deserted island? If you set traps on it, wouldn't going there be seeking death?"
The Sword God's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, "You know I'm not that kind of person."
"You're not, but others might be," Ye Xuan said with a thoughtful smile.
