"No wonder your progress has been so rapid, yet you are still far from the Primordial Spirit realm."
Shi Ruoyu's tone seemed somewhat wistful.
"Xueer, you must understand,"
Her voice suddenly turned cold, "It is not that I, as a Sword Cultivator, am heartless, but that the Sword Dao itself is heartless. If one wishes to master the Sword Dao, one must make their heart clear and bright like a sword, able to cut down anyone they see. Do you understand?"
"Disciple understands,"
Liu Ruoxue responded in a detached tone.
"Understand? But why is there still emotion in your Sword Dao? Could it be that you still harbor delusions about that Devil Head?"
Shi Ruoyu sharply criticized, "Stop dreaming, not to mention that the Devil Head has been dismembered, even if he were alive now, do you really think you could compete with those Immortals?"
Her words seemed to touch a sore spot in Liu Ruoxue, as inevitably, a crack appeared on her otherwise serene and sword-like expression.
"Master,"