It was precisely because they knew how precious it was that the sisters' struggle over a treasured sword had them both so tense. They were already sweating profusely before the contest had even begun.
Seeing how seriously they were taking it, I could not help smiling. "Since you're ready, I'll release the immortal sword when I count to ten. As for who it belongs to then, that will depend on your own fortunes!"
While I counted aloud, Shao Zi raised her lovely brows and said to Xiang Ling with a grin, "Hehe, Junior Sister Xiang Ling, although I'm your senior sister and ought to yield to you, I can't do that today. This Chun Jun Sword is going to be mine!"
"Senior Sister Shao Zi, although your cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds over the years, especially since we began in the Jiuzhou Realm, don't forget that when it comes to actual spell battles, I've won far more often than I've lost to you." Xiang Ling was equally unwilling to fall behind. Ordinarily, it would probably have been difficult for anyone to see the two of them like this.
But I knew that both disciples were naturally hardworking and ambitious. They were predators by temperament, nothing like docile herbivores. Once they started trading barbs, the distinction between senior and junior sister had long since been tossed beyond the Ninth Heaven.
As Shao Zi grew, she became increasingly delicate and refined. Dressed in the white robes of a direct disciple of the Arcane Sect, she seemed utterly transcendent and unworldly. Yet she was cold on the outside and warm within. She looked quiet enough, but was actually the most troublesome of the pair—and the one whose temperament most resembled mine.
The Linghu lineage had continued to put down roots in