"One day, you might be able to display this set of sword techniques in its true form."
Just in that brief moment, Chen Chen's body seemed to deflate like a balloon, no longer bearing the appearance of a youthful, immortal figure with the bones of a daoist hermit. Now, he looked more like an elderly person at the twilight of his life.
"This..."
Seeing Chen Chen in this state, Long Yan didn't know what to say, because Chen Chen already had so little life left, and forcibly imprinting the sword technique into his own mind had made his scant remaining life even more negligible.
Long Yan didn't know what to say to Chen Chen; perhaps all that remained now towards this Strong One was respect.
"Right, Kid, take out that sword of yours."
It seemed that Chen Chen still had some lingering attachment to Dragon Tooth. Upon hearing Chen Chen's words, Long Yan took out the Dragon Tooth from the Storage Ring and handed it to Chen Chen.
"Good sword, what a good sword indeed."
