Chapter 463: Lamenting My Seven Hundred Years of Squandered Time

"You?" Boreas Sharp spoke with neither embarrassment nor hesitation, which left Shen Liusha momentarily unsure. The fragmented sword techniques had been in his mind for centuries. He constantly recalled them, fearing he might forget some part. Even so, the sword techniques he memorized at eighty percent back then were now less than seventy percent. It wasn't due to a decline in memory but rather the numerous changes over time. He dared not share it with anyone because he knew the terror of the...