Peng Wanli thought Feng Yin simply didn't understand, so he chose not to speak anymore.
Understanding would come naturally when it was time.
Speaking more now was useless.
Feng Yin's thoughts churned as he leisurely returned to the time when he was in the riverside town, to the very moment he first obtained the "Spiritual Transformation Technique."
"Await the day when you reach the heavens, and strike with your sword for me."
This was the phrase the Taoist in green had said those years ago.
It seemed to echo once again in his mind.
At this moment, he suddenly realized what a huge pit he had fallen into.
"Strike with my sword for you? Against whom?"
"If it's against the master of the stars..."
Feng Yin smiled bitterly.
"This is indeed a big problem. However, since I promised you, when the time comes... as long as the target appears, I will strike that blow for you."
Feng Yin chuckled to himself in contemplation.