Can I just slap you and apologize

Pan Dadao actually didn't have much thoughts, he just wanted to take the opportunity of Chen Xia just getting out of prison to come over and get acquainted, it would be best if he could get a little bit of limelight from this association.

If he could make others think he had some relationship with Chen Xia, that would be even better.

If he couldn't be a friend, at least he could be a bootlicker right?

"Were there any major events during the 500 years I was in prison?" Chen Xia sat on the stool and curiously asked.

If there really were exciting things, he really wanted to hear about them.

"I don't think there were any major events, after all, you were not around," Pan Dadao flatteringly smiled.

Chen Xia frowned, not immediately understanding if this was meant as praise or sarcasm.

But it was true that after Chen Xia was imprisoned, there were significantly fewer things going on in Blue Sky Sword Sea. The disciples focused on their cultivation, the elders went into secluded meditation.

Although there were some big and small conflicts, they were far less atrocious than Chen Xia.

"Could it be that I was the only one who killed people?" Chen Xia was even more puzzled.

"That's not it." Pan Dadao shook his head and continued flattering, "But you were the first to kill the emperor's son, nothing like it before you, and probably nothing after you either.

After all, Chen Xia had killed Qiong Qi right in front of the Guardian Elder and three other elders, forcing the two elders to not even have time to save him.

This matter had caused much discussion in Blue Sky Sword Sea for a long time, feeling that Chen Xia was truly audacious and meticulous.

He really dared to kill, and really could kill!

Many elders and disciples felt terrified just thinking about it, and couldn't help but start thinking from the other perspective, wondering if they could preserve their own lives if they switched places with Qiong Qi.

The answer was they would have died even faster.

Of course, there was also the possibility of preserving their lives, which was to immediately start kneeling and apologizing for their mistakes.

As long as they admitted their mistakes and apologized to Master Chen Xia, everything could be discussed.

Pan Dadao felt that Qiong Qi simply didn't have an open enough worldview.

So he deserved to die.

He glanced at Chen Xia, hesitated for a moment, then softly said, "Something happened 200 years ago, it wasn't a big deal, but you would probably be quite interested."

"What is it?" Chen Xia lazily propped up his head and casually asked.

"The White Emperor came to Blue Sky Sword Sea again," Pan Dadao said slowly.

Chen Xia let out an "oh" sound.

In his opinion, this White Emperor was like a mosquito, constantly harassing Blue Sky Sword Sea, not directly confronting them, just coming by every now and then to suck some blood.

Chen Xia felt this was quite good actually, it was harassment against Blue Sky Sword Sea anyway, best for both sides to gravely injure each other so he could take advantage of the chaos.

"But this time the White Emperor didn't come to fight, he wanted to make peace with Blue Sky Sword Sea," Pan Dadao said in a low voice.

Chen Xia frowned, "There's no logic in making peace after attacking someone, I resolutely disagree."

"Why do you disagree?" Pan Dadao curiously asked in a low voice.

Chen Xia retorted, "If I slapped you a few times, then wanted to make peace and be friends with you, would you agree?"

Normally speaking, anyone with dignity would not agree.

"I would! I would be most willing!" The corners of Pan Dadao's mouth curled up into an exaggeratedly fawning smile. Just thinking about becoming friends with Chen Xia already made him delighted.

Chen Xia didn't say anything, just stared at Pan Dadao for a while, then slowly said, "I overestimated you, I shouldn't have asked that."

"So what happened after that, did they make peace?" Chen Xia asked again.

He really hoped not to see these two "vicious dogs" make peace, if they really did, it was likely the emperor in Sword Sea made a decision.

Then his life-extending medicine for the emperor would probably be in danger.

Pan Dadao shook his head, "The White Emperor proposed some very ridiculous conditions that the Guardian Elder did not agree to, and in the end they parted unhappily. As the White Emperor was leaving, he left with a vicious threat."

"How vicious?" Chen Xia asked with a smile.

"The White Emperor said..." When Pan Dadao got to this point, he paused, lowered his voice again, and continued, "One day, he will definitely obtain Blue Sky Sword Sea's Immortal Sword, and use the sword to destroy Great Profound Capital!"

Chen Xia's eyes narrowed, the Immortal Sword naturally referred to the enormous sword laying horizontally in Sword Sea. As for Great Profound Capital, it should be what he saw when taking the Observe Mystery Pill, that Inverted Suspending Tower.

On that Inverted Suspending Tower sat a mysterious old man with white hair and white complexion.

As for whether the White Emperor wanted to use the Immortal Sword to destroy the Inverted Suspending Tower, or kill that mysterious old man, Chen Xia didn't know.

Anyway, it was none of his business.

Pan Dadao made some more fawning small talk after that, then didn't dare disturb Chen Xia anymore and quickly took his leave.

Chen Xia also stood up, preparing to go to the back of Sword Forest to find his dog brother, otherwise being out for so long without seeing the dog was somewhat worrying.

He clasped his hands behind his back and wandered into Sword Forest like an old man strolling through a park.

The Sword Forest now really shouldn't be called a Sword Forest.

Because there were no swords inside, much less resembling a forest.

The culprit Chen Xia was just wandering inside, slowly walking deeper.

Chen Xia had actually never gone deep into Sword Forest before. Last time during his battle with the Sword Attendant, he was only about 3-4 miles from the Bronze Gate.

Yet Sword Forest stretched 300 miles long.

Big Yellow Dog was probably cultivating something like Counterattack Storm deeper inside, and Chen Xia didn't know why the lazy dog who had been slacking off for two lifetimes suddenly started cultivating.

Chen Xia could guess the reason.

But he hoped it wasn't the reason he guessed.

Guilt was not a good emotion.

He slowly walked forward about 30 miles, the path narrowing until there was only a small trail left, just barely enough for one person to squeeze through.

As he squeezed out, he heard the loud whooshing sounds of strenuous staff swinging, extremely loud.

Chen Xia followed the swinging sounds and after getting closer, the sounds grew even louder.

Until he saw a yellowish dog shape standing in a bizarre posture, its paws continuously spinning the broom in its hands.

The wind pressure was so great that even the dust on the ground was being swirled up.

"Dog brother, are you preparing for take off?" Chen Xia laughingly asked.

Big Yellow Dog's paws swinging the broom abruptly stopped, and his whole body stiffened. He whipped his head around extremely fast to look at Chen Xia, unable to utter a sound for half a beat before speaking in a trembling voice.

"Chen... Chen Xia."

"Don't cry." Chen Xia's expression changed and he said, "Good dogs bleed but don't cry, eat food not shit."

Big Yellow Dog sniffed and put down the broom, happiness evident on his head, but he didn't know what to say, so he asked again, "Where did it say to eat food not shit?"

"It's in books," Chen Xia didn't specify which book, because he didn't know either.

"But books also said dogs can't stop eating shit," Big Yellow Dog said.

"Do you eat it?" Chen Xia retorted.

Big Yellow Dog shook his head, "Can't accept it."

"Then you've already proven the books wrong," Chen Xia replied, not wanting to dwell on this topic further. He asked something else instead, "What are you practicing here?"

"I don't know either." Big Yellow Dog shook his head again, "I just randomly started practicing, I haven't even thought of a name for the move yet."

"Let me think of one for you then," Chen Xia smiled faintly, "Let's call it... Hand Cranked Helicopter."