"Senior Brother Instructor Ji Chen..." Hua Qingfeng hurriedly cupped his hands, while the instructor called Ji Chen also noticed the ninth-grade divine sword in Hua Qingfeng's hand. His eyes lit up at once, but he quickly waved his sleeve and said, "Junior Brother Qingfeng, since you've exchanged for a divine sword, go on down first."
"Yes." Hua Qingfeng looked as though he had just been pardoned and hurried away. Ji Chen glanced at Qingyang Qili again and said, "Qili, you should hurry to class too."
"Yes... Uncle Ji." Qingyang Qili hesitated, then glanced at Sun Hanxi and me. She could only grit her teeth and leave. She was probably worried that something might happen to us. As she went, she hurriedly sent me a voice transmission: "Qili will go find Mother right away. Senior Brother Luo, please wait patiently..."
I nodded gratefully, secretly wondering, Could Ji Chen be planning to harm me?
After looking around and seeing that no one was nearby, Ji Chen turned toward Sun Hanxi and asked with a smile, "You must be Fellow Daoist Sun, right? I've heard about you. You came to Wendao this time because you also want to obtain a Grade-A rating in the three categories of the Sword Pavilion, correct?"
"Yes. I wonder if Senior Instructor has any advice?" Sun Hanxi looked highly wary.
"I wonder if Fellow Daoist Sun still has any divine swords on her?" Ji Chen lowered his voice. Sun Hanxi tilted her head, confused, and when Ji Chen saw that she was being so obtuse, he could only give a light cough before sending a voice transmission.
He never expected Sun Hanxi to be slow on the uptake sometimes either. She actually repeated the other party's voice transmission aloud: "Are you saying that one divine sword of sixth