Two streaks of sword light flew into the Great Sun Heavenly Pool.
"Yue, long time no see."
Yu Qianzi greeted her with a faint smile. "Did you miss me? After all, your name is the same as mine. We're quite fated."
She openly tried to poach someone and build ties.
"Oh."
"Another Dao Child."
Yue glanced at her. "Unfortunately, you are not the Taiyin Sword Son, and you do not possess the Taiyin Flying Sword. Otherwise, if the Sword Son killed you, he would surely gain far greater insight, far beyond what he could gain from other Dao Children."
"Or perhaps you could kill the Sword Son..."
Yue considered it seriously.
"Then could I become the master of the Great Sun Heavenly Pool?"
Yu Qianzi's spirits rose.
That might actually be possible.
Given the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's sword cultivators' arrogance and madness, acknowledging the sword but not the person, it truly seemed possible.
"If the Taiyin Sword Son kills the Sword Son, then yes."
Yue said with some disdain, "The first master of the Sword Pavilion said it himself: if the Great Sun Sword Son is slain by the Taiyin Sword Son, it means his Dao Path has failed. What is wrong with yielding the position to someone more worthy?"
"But you cannot."
"Your sword is not the Taiyin Flying Sword."
"If you kill the Sword Son, I can only help collect his body and bury him in the Heavenly Pool Sword Tomb, then wait for the next generation's Great Sun Sword Son to be born and take revenge."
"What a pity..."
Yu Qianzi looked deeply regretful.
The two openly discussed how they might kill the Great Sun Sword Son.
Jiang Ding's face turned black as the bottom of a pot.
He dearly wished he could draw his sword