However, the soaring Sword Intent, without any falsehoods, burst forth from the young disciple. In a few mere moments, the yellow Sword Intent directly penetrated into the Sword Tomb.
"A ten-foot Sword Intent, indeed stronger than before, Yue Rong, it seems you've put in great effort!" Old Ghost Zuo, who was already seated with Zhu Xinrong, spoke with a tone of admiration.
Zhu Xinrong, still bearing a grudge for Old Ghost Zuo's lack of assistance, couldn't help revealing a hint of pride on her face upon hearing him praise her disciple.
"Hmph! My Sword Burial Palace's disciples do not need praise from you, Old Ghost Zuo! For our common goal this time, I gave your Sword Burial Palace three extra spots. I never expected you to put me in such an awkward position!"
Old Ghost Zuo laughed heartily, saying, "There was nothing I could do, I have to acknowledge the spots lost by my own disciples."
"Moreover, I think Zheng Ming is quite good!"