What Sword Dao Is Is Defined by the Strong

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and took a long time to settle his emotions.

After a long while,

he opened his eyes.

"Please excuse my behavior, Fellow Daoist Yu."

Jiang Ding descended from the sky and said with a hint of apology, "You are too powerful. You made me feel the threat of life and death, so I reacted somewhat excessively. Please do not take offense."

On the ground, threads of dark green spiritual light had appeared from nowhere in the void and landed upon Yu Qianzi.

Her ruptured skin, broken bones, torn meridians—even flesh reduced to powder—began to recover. A higher-tier power was treating her, leaving no lingering consequences whatsoever.

As a hostage, Yu Qianzi enjoyed extremely high security standards within the Immortal Sect.

It could be said that so long as the Immortal Sect's strategy did not change, even suicide would be exceedingly difficult for her. The power of a Golden Core cultivator was still far too weak.

"Great Sun Sword Son,"

"Those words do not sound like something a sword cultivator would say."

Yu Qianzi stood up and used mana to mend her damaged Moon-White Palace Dress, covering her snow-white skin. She sighed softly. "Sword duels decide victory and defeat, and sometimes life and death. That is entirely ordinary. Any pure Sword Dao Sect would never blame someone over a duel between cultivators of the same realm."

"It would invite the ridicule of one's peers and the disappointment of one's elders."

"It is only... that you used an external object—I still maintain that view. It made this sword duel no longer pure, and I cannot help but regret it."

"Regret, is that so?"

Jiang Ding neither agreed nor disagreed. Smiling, he said, "Then from now on, I will practice my swordsmanship even harder. I will strive to