How Many Little Fish in the Clear Blue Water

Jia Shen Tent's leader, though he was not a sword cultivator: Muji.

Liu Cha's sole disciple, Bei Qie. Tuoyue Mountain's final disciple, Li Zhen. Yu Si. Tan. The female sword cultivator Liu Bai.

The group appeared at the southernmost end of the battlefield where the two sides were testing swords. Yu Si squatted down, pinched up a small handful of soil between two fingers, gently ground it into powder, dusted off his palms, then rose. "The ebb and flow of sword intent on both sides, and the extent to which it has shifted, are about what we expected. That is the only bit of good news left."

Liu Bai frowned. "Why jump into it when it is plainly a trap? Besides, it is not only our Jia Shen Tent that thinks this is improper. Jiazi Command Tent is still ignoring us. What is that supposed to mean? Our Earth Immortal sword cultivators are clearly being targeted. How many have already died? As of yesterday, nine, right? How much more battlefield merit are we supposed to hand over to the Sword Qi Great Wall? This is war. What kind of fighting style is this, where you would rather die for face than live with disgrace? Muji, what exactly happened? After you returned, you would not say a single word more. If you were snubbed and humiliated over there, Li Zhen, Bei Qie, and I can all speak to our respective masters."

She was one of Zhou Mi's direct disciples. Following that gentleman acclaimed as the "Sea of Learning," she had read widely in military books and was accustomed to scrutinizing every detail, link after link fitting together.

Yu Si added, "Muji, do not keep it all bottled up. Among us, there is nothing that cannot be said."

Muji said, "Jiazi Command