"The last time I soaked in this hot spring was a hundred years ago."
The memories of days gone by were vividly clear.
For a cultivator, a hundred years is but a fleeting moment.
"Indeed."
"We even sparred after soaking in this spring."
"How about we spar again later?"
Wei Qingye seemed like his blood was still boiling, he ran over with a mischievous grin, nudging Li Ye with his elbow.
"Ha, this time you can't beat me."
Li Ye shook his head, "You might stand a chance after you reach the Nascent Soul stage and truly master the Heaven-Inclining Sword of the Celestial Vein Sword Mountain, but for now, you definitely can't beat me."
Saying this.
He had already taken out a plate of sliced radishes, placing it directly on the water's surface, and said to Wei Qingye: "Why not give it a try, if you can eat it, I'll spar with you."
Wei Qingye didn't rush to make a move.
