The young man looked at Li Taixuan, but his eyes were no longer focused. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.

Um?

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair responded.

"When one day I can kill people with a sword thousands of miles away, I will go find him and give it a try!"

The young man said silently.

"What a fool!"

The middle-aged man responded mockingly, then he patted the arm of the woman in white next to him and said with a smile: "There is no need to blame yourself! Since Li Taixuan holds Tianmen Jianhe, no matter what happened back then, I can't

Compare him!"

"As a warrior practicing swordsmanship, having Li Taixuan at the front is undoubtedly dazzling! But... this is also the sorrow of all swordsmen. Because they will live under the control of Li Taixuan's swordsmanship for the rest of their lives, and they will never be able to surpass him! I

It's impossible. In this case, it would be better to be born earlier!"

The woman in white gritted her teeth and nodded slightly, but her heart was filled with discomfort.

She glanced at the middle-aged Li Taixuan's eyes from the corner of her eye, and her heart hurt even more. Those eyes were full of expectation, envy, regret, and helplessness...

I wonder if with that look in his eyes, he really thinks that he is inferior to Li Taixuan?

perhaps……
Chapter completed!