In reality, Chen Ping'an was slightly surprised by this situation. It was very rare for people to speak the official dialect of Eastern Treasured Vial Continent in Stalactite Mountain. However, after traveling around the world for so long, Chen Ping'an also understood some basic etiquette. He knew that Buddhist monks didn't mention their names and Daoist priests didn't talk about their ages, so rashly asking others about their backgrounds also seemed to be quite inappropriate.0

Chen Ping'an led the couple into the Sword Reverence Pagoda, repeating to them what Jin Su had told him. Moreover, Chen Ping'an had always had a good memory, so when it came to the replica swords and picture scrolls of the sword immortals that he had gone to the effort to remember, he could immediately introduce their names as well as their basic history.0

While taking the couple around, Chen Ping'an also developed another thought. Since he had used a sword before, he might as well stay in Stalactite Mountain for a while longer. He could use this time to go around the Sword Reverence Pagoda and record information about the sword immortals and immortal swords that he felt a connection to. He would bring these back to the bamboo building in Downtrodden Mountain, and he could go through them whenever he felt bored in the future. 0

This would be similar to those small bamboo slips on which he had engraved beautiful lines of poetry and profound teachings of wisdom. Chen Ping'an would sometimes place them under the sun, and even looking at them from a distance would make him feel especially warm and comfortable. It was as if the sun weren't shining on the small bamboo slips and the engraved characters, but shining on his heart instead.1

While recording the information, he could also use the opportunity to practice his handwriting. However, he was unsure of how much calligraphy brushes, ink, and paper cost in Stalactite Mountain. Would they be very expensive?1

The woman smiled and praised, "Your memory is quite good."0

Chen Ping'an paused his thoughts and cracked a grin. This kind of ability was nothing in the mountains. Indeed, this woman was definitely being polite with him.0

In reality, Chen Ping'an was genuinely underestimating himself this time. This was because the couple had already confirmed that the young boy would be filled with confidence and certainty every time he set his eyes on a replica sword. This was a case of his heart arriving at the swords before his eyes arrived.0

This phenomenon related to a famous bottleneck for sword cultivators, and this bottleneck was something that would determine a sword cultivator's ultimate potential. Would they end up as a minor sword cultivator whose heart was restricted by their flying sword, or would they become a great sword immortal who could command a myriad kinds of sword intent?1

After making their way through more than half of the display rooms, Chen Ping'an was still filled with patience and interest as he followed the couple around. The two were both looking at the displays very carefully. After roughly explaining the history of the Sword Reverence Pagoda to the couple, he intended to let them go by themselves and look at whichever sword immortal...0