Wang Lin was rather sorrowful from Zhang Hu’s story. Although it was brief, he had a hidden expression of depression which showed the sufferings of the last 10 years.
Zhang Hu had eyes of admiration and he said, “Wang Lin, we haven’t met it almost 10 years right? If you can kill my teacher, that means you must have reached the Foundation Building stage? His flying sword is very strong, and I heard he mention that he could only use 2/5 of its power. But even so, no one was his match under the Foundation Building stage.”
Wang Lin shook his head and said, “I haven’t teached Foundation Building stage yet. But where’d this flying sword come from? Do you know?”
Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin with shock but he didn’t ask anymore. After some careful thinking he said, “I think that it was mentioned once that he found it in a cave because of huge luck, and he’ve always viewed it preciously. That’s right, that sword sheath is also a treasure. My teacher paid many times more attention to the sword sheath than the flying sword. I heard from him that except him, or people that arrived at the Jiedan stage, no one can re-cultivate it.”