Within this Taiyin and Taiyang Palace, the Sun Sword Master and the Pure Yang Sword Son were in the same place for the first time, and it felt strangely peculiar.
"Ha ha!"
"Youngster Jiang, you are a guest. There is no need for such ceremony."
The Sun Sword Master chuckled softly.
With a wave of his hand, he helped the Pure Yang Sword Son up. Then heaven and earth around them shifted; the grand, imposing palace vanished, leaving only ordinary blue bricks, white tiles, and wisps of green smoke curling upward.
It was the scene of an ordinary household.
"Come, sit."
"Unlike the fierce and cruel Successive Generations of Great Sun Sword Masters, the Taiyin and Taiyang inheritance is much gentler within."
The Sun Sword Master sat cross-legged beside the thatched hut. With some care, he took out a qian of tea leaves and casually handed them to the Sun Sword Son. Blinking with a smile, he said, "Is this the 'weak Taiyin and Taiyang Sword Dao'?"
The Sun Sword Son's eyes instantly lit up.
He eagerly took the tea leaves from the Sun Sword Master, then ran behind the house to rummage through chests and cupboards. He pulled out an exquisite tea set, fetched spiritual water from somewhere, and skillfully began brewing tea nearby.
"Weak?!"
"Which bastard has been spreading such rumors?!"
Jiang Ding sat upright before the tea table. Hearing the Sun Sword Master's words, he flew into a rage. "Sword Master, please tell me, who dares say that the Taiyin and Taiyang Sword Dao is weak?"
"This junior will certainly find that person and beat him black and blue!"
"That person is truly ignorant, with sight as narrow as a crack!"
"Please do not lower yourself to argue with such an ignorant fool, lest he soil your