Fang Qingzhu brought Xiaoyu over, staring up and down at Chen Ping for a long time, almost to the point where her eyes seemed to sink into him.
After a while, she commented sourly.
Don't you even understand such basic knowledge? How exactly did his master teach him?
But on second thought, she remembered that the Primordial Sword Sect's heritage had long been lost, and Chen Ping's official master, Sima Rou, had not even broken through to the Unity Realm Grandmaster, still spinning around in the Late-Stage Innate.
This was still thanks to a recent "adventure," or she wouldn't have even broken through to Innate.
With such a level of skill, it was imaginable how deprived the circle she had access to was, and how pathetic the information she could get.
No matter how much she cherished her disciple, she still needed something to teach him.
At this thought.
Fang Qingzhu realized that her mouth was not just sour, but also felt a bit bitter.
