After bidding farewell to Bai Qingqing, Zhao Jiuge rushed toward the Sword Casting Hall. He didn't know that at this moment, a young girl was crying because of him.

Thinking about his armor, Zhao Jiuge didn’t even want to turn in the mission for sect contributions right now. He rushed directly toward the Sword Casting Hall.

Like last time, after having his wooden token inspected, Zhao Jiuge arrived at the spiral staircase. This time, he knew where he was going and quickly went down the spiral staircase. Soon, he arrived at the bottom.

The moment he arrived, a voice echoed. “Zhao Jiuge, I've been waiting for you for a long time. How come you only came now?”

Zhao Jiuge was startled for a moment and then saw the sloppy young man.

He smiled faintly and endured the passion in his heart. “I had to participate in that special training and then went to complete a mission. I came back here right after I returned.”

The sloppy young man arrived beside Zhao Jiuge and circled him twice. He carefully observed Zhao Jiuge. “Special training, I know. Not only us outer disciples, even the inner...