Old Jian insisted that it was all just an accident. Besides, he claimed, he had only ever created the ultimate sword technique—the single strike that could shatter the heavens. All the other sword techniques were merely additions he had devised to reduce the strain on the user when performing that secret art. He hadn't expected this fellow to be even more capable of simplifying things, turning that secret art into a common, ordinary spell. "Even if he uses it in the Immortal Realm, no one will know I taught it to him. What do I have to fear?"
He repeated this several times, though those around him couldn't help but feel his bravado lacked conviction. Still, no one dared to call his bluff.
After a half-day of meditation, my mental state was fully restored. I had only used half of the Perfect Foundation Establishment Pill I’d concocted last time, but to be safe, I spent my spare time brewing two more Storage Bags' worth. I emptied the contents of my existing bags, stashing the high-quality items in my storage belt and rings, while leaving the scraps in the bags to serve as bait.
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