Ouyang Mu glanced at the old monster cultivator again, his expression filled with emotion.
Judging from this, the old demonic artificer trapped in the monster cultivator's lair should be considered as his fellow sect member and true... clan elder?
Moreover, it has been hundreds of years, presumably having a much higher seniority than himself.
A slight sense of respect inevitably arose within Ouyang Mu's heart.
The old monster cultivator looked at Ouyang Mu, his expression complex, his eyes melancholic, and said:
"Back in the day, I was much like you, possessing an exceptional talent for artifact refining, but I was reclusive, reticent, spending all day only knowing how to cast swords, viewing the crafting of a unique celestial sword as my lifelong aspiration..."
"Celestial sword..."
