"Sw-sword, sword, sword... Sword Saint?!" Baili Pangpang's mouth fell open in shock. "You're the one ranked first among the Human Apex... 'Sword'?"
Everyone present, apart from the utterly bewildered Jialan, was stunned beyond words.
The teacher Ye Fan had paid such a huge price to invite, according to Zuo Qing, was actually one of the Human Apex—and the highest-ranked Sword Saint?!
Lin Qiye could not imagine just how great a price Ye Fan had paid to bring him here...
"The Human Apex and all that are merely what others call me. I don't really like that name." Zhou Ping spoke seriously. "I prefer it when people call me the Sword Saint."
Lin Qiye glanced at the mop in his hand, then at the spotless warehouse around them, and could not help asking, "Sword Saint, then this cleaning..."
"I saw that this place was rather dirty, so I cleaned it up last night while I was at it." As if recalling something, Zhou Ping lifted the mop in his hand and carefully mopped the last floor tile. "Please wait a moment. I'll finish this last bit of work before we begin class."
Lin Qiye: ...
"Sword Saint, you can leave this kind of menial work to us!" Lin Qiye stepped forward, intending to take the mop from Zhou Ping.
Letting a Sword Saint clean up after them?
What kind of joke was that?!
If Ye Fan found out, would he not tear them apart with his bare hands?
"No, you wouldn't be able to clean it properly." Zhou Ping shook his head. "I'm no good at anything I do. Only swords and cleaning are my strengths. Just wait to the side; I'll be done soon..."
Seeing Zhou Ping refuse so decisively, Lin Qiye could only silently withdraw his half-extended hand. He