"Is that so? In just one month, he defeated the successor of the Bixie Swordplay? Is this true?"
Daoist Cang Song had been displeased at being stopped by Daoist Qing He, but upon hearing that someone trained by Bái Xī Wén had displayed such astonishing skill, his heart stirred and he asked curiously.
As a successor of Wudang, Cang Song was not quite familiar with every famous sword art under heaven, but he had certainly heard of many.
The Lin Family's Bixie Swordplay was not the most renowned, yet it could still be considered peerless. Wudang elders had once experienced the might of this swordplay, so Cang Song retained some impression of it.
Yet he had never imagined that someone could attain such accomplishments in less than a month. He was both shocked and amazed.
"Haha, this matter is indeed true. My junior brother Bái Xī Wén has a distant cousin named Duàn Yì.
He came up the mountain in mid-August. At the time, he was merely an ordinary youth with no foundation in martial arts. Now, less than a month later, he had recently defeated Lin Bohui, the successor of the Bixie Swordplay, and made a name for himself.
I see that the disciple behind you, Daoist, is bright and exceptionally gifted. He must have inherited your true teachings deeply.
If you truly wish to compare swords, why not let the disciples do it in our stead? Should anything go awry, with our cultivation, we can intervene midway and keep them safe."
Before Qing He could reply, Qū Dōng Liú had already laughed loudly. His thoughts were much the same as Qing He's.
Bái Xī Wén had already defeated Cang Song in inner strength. If he were to defeat this Wudang master in swordsmanship as well, he might truly