Just as Ancestor Wu Mei's remaining consciousness was still dreaming, Zhang Xing's impassioned voice could be heard.
"Brother Wu Mei, for the sake of the thousand years of legacy of the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain, and to make the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain stronger, I've decided to leave this sword behind!"
"Now that the Dark Tribe is stirring up trouble in the dark, there could be bloodshed at any time."
"Without the Holy Sword to protect the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain, the consequences would be unimaginable. If the mountain is destroyed because of me taking the Holy Sword away, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life."
"Brother Wu Mei, don't try to persuade me. I've already made up my mind!"
Zhang Xing's words were filled with righteousness. His tone was firm and unquestionable.
Ancestor Wu Mei was deeply moved by Zhang Xing.
He could not help but sigh. What a good kid, what a righteous character!
The significance of a Saint Artifact was self-evident. It was extremely difficult to refine, and it was something that countless cultivators dreamt of. Especially Exalt Realm cultivators, it was a treasure that even Exalt Realm cultivators would die for.
For a Holy Treasure, two Tier Five Empires were willing to fight to the death. They were even willing to destroy their empires.
On the other hand, Zhang Xing maintained an indifferent attitude and did not show any greed.
Instead, he thought of the thousand years of legacy of the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain. Who else could compare to him?
Ancestor Wu Mei's eyes were filled with admiration.
"Brother Zhang Xing, I'm touched by your heartfelt words. At the same time, I'm glad!"
"In this profit-seeking Jianghu, there aren't many people who are as righteous as you."
"Brother, I thank you on behalf of everyone in the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain!"
Ancestor Wu Mei clasped his fist and bowed to Zhang Xing.
"Brother Wu Mei, please get up. You can't do this. You're overdoing it!"
Although Zhang Xing felt a little awkward, he could not show it on his face.
He had to continue pretending to be a member of society!
"Of course, of course, I have to thank you. It's just that … it's just that I'm only left with a little bit of consciousness. I don't have anything else to repay you!"
Ancestor Wu Mei did not continue to argue with Zhang Xing.
He thought he understood this hot-blooded youth very well.
Back then, when he was at this age, he was also hot-blooded and full of righteousness.
If he insisted on letting Zhang Xing take away the Holy Sword, he would very likely leave in a fit of anger.
Elder Wu Mei did not dare to anger Zhang Xing. He was not afraid of Zhang Xing, but he wanted to befriend him.
In the future, there would definitely be a place for Zhang Xing in the Holy Dragon Continent.
The glory and glory of the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain would all depend on him.
In the end, the sacred sword was an inanimate object. This remnant will of his could at most launch three attacks. How long could it protect the mountain gate?
As for those who were able to wield the Holy Sword, they were not able to display 100% of its power. Even if they could display 30% to 40% of its power, there was not a single disciple.
The Ten Thousand Pillar Mountain's disciples had been passed down generation after generation, but not a single one was able to live up to expectations.
He had given up hope a hundred years ago.
But today, after seeing Zhang Xing, his spirits were lifted. It was as if he had seen the glory of the Thousand Feet Mountain.
"Elder Brother Wu Mei, you're too kind. Money and spirit stones are just dirt to me. I have no use for them."
"You should keep them for your disciples. They need these worldly things to grow stronger."
Zhang Xing waved his small hand and resolutely gave a passionate speech.
Elder Wu Mei's gratitude towards Zhang Xing could not be expressed in words.
If his real body was here, he would definitely drink with Zhang Xing for three days and three nights to his heart's content.