“Can it be cured?” Li Hanyi frowned slightly.

“It can.” Sikong Changfeng’s answer was crisp and to the point.

“How?” Li Hanyi knew that his third junior brother was proficient in the medical arts and if he said it was possible there was no way he was lying.

“The Heavenly Art of Soul Mending from the Immortal Island of Penglai Island, the home of the celestial beings over the sea.” Sikong Changfeng enunciated each word with deliberate pacing.

Li Hanyi muttered himself for quite some time but in the end, he shook his head.

Sikong Changfeng broke into laughter once again, “That might be for the best as well, as long as that disciple of yours is proficient in the martial arts, it’s fine.”

Li Hanyi seemed to have thought of something and he asked, “In the Kingdom of Khotan, did you see the kid from Unparalleled City?”

“Are you talking about the kid who managed to reopen the Thirteen Sword Magazine? Yes, I saw him.” Sikong Changfeng nodded his head.

“Is he already familiar with the Art of Commanding Swords?” Li Hanyi questioned.

“As of now, he can only control six flying  swords. He didn’t have enough power then and I made use of the Divine Circulation Skill to control all twelve of his swords. All twelve of them tried to resist me… Within three years, the sword nucleus of those twelve swords will take shape. Only that thirteenth sword, the Vermillion of Ming, might take a while longer.” Sikong Changfeng said.

Li Hanyi coldly snorted.

“In the future, their opponents will all be geniuses who only come about every hundred years. Hanyi, that burden on your shoulders will be heavy and long.” Sikong Changfeng laughed as though he was rejoicing in Li Hanyi’s misfortune.