For the sake of cultivation, giving up on the human world

The carriage stopped abruptly. Lu Qingping, who was sitting upright, did not move at all.

"Junior Brother Han, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect is the overlord of a radius of 50,000 kilometers. How can I not have heard of the reputation of the Sword Pavilion's Sword Caretaker?"

xShe sighed and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhenxiong became a Sword Caretaker for the Hundred Breath Realm, right?"

Lu Qingping knew about the Hundred Breath Realm.

That was true. As an inner sect elite of Clear Wind Temple, it was normal for her to have some understanding of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

"Brother has been a Sword Caretaker for seven years in the Sword Pavilion. In three years, he will be a deacon of the Sword Pavilion." Han Muye gently pulled the reins and the carriage slowly moved forward.

"But can he last until he becomes a deacon?" Lu Qingping frowned.

"To be honest, I didn't recognize him when I first met him."