"Kill the Immortal!"
The boy said without even lifting his head.
"Oh?"
Chen Sansi continued, "Why do you harbor thoughts of killing the Immortal?"
"By killing the Immortal, we won't have to plant Poison Grass anymore, my mother won't starve to death, and my father will have silver to treat his illness!"
The boy's words were heavy, and the untrained wooden sword in his hand faintly carried a hint of killing intent.
Chen Sansi bent down, "I'll teach you the sword, will you learn?"
"Who are you?"
Finally stopping, the boy studied the foreigner with a gaze full of hostility, "Are you also an Immortal? I won't learn the sword of an Immortal!"
"I am not an Immortal."
Chen Sansi answered, "I am just like you, also a commoner. One last time, I'll teach you Swordsmanship, will you learn or not?"
