"I know you feel sorry for this junior sister." Xiang Ling stood up and stretched lazily, then drifted onto the Sword Platform. She drew a Gold-Piercing Sword covered in dents and riddled with chips. By rights, this sword should have reached the end of its life, but she seemed oblivious to that as she waved it with effortless ease.
Xing'er looked at the scarred sword, then at her own brand-new one, and could not help muttering inwardly. Although the Gold-Piercing Sword was slightly inferior in strength to top-grade divine swords, it was by no means far behind them. To batter one into the state of the sword in Xiang Ling's hand would be difficult even after countless battles, let alone with a divine weapon meant for disciple competitions.
Though she felt indignant, Xing'er was no ordinary disciple. She respectfully bowed and said, "Xing'er asks Second Senior Sister for guidance."
"Mm, very polite. Second Senior Sister won't let you lose too badly. Your swordsmanship is almost on par with Master's, but in the end, it lacks a touch of cunning. It's slightly lacking in flexibility, perhaps because that goes against your nature. Once you use the swordsmanship, it ends up seeming right and wrong at the same time. No matter how much you reduce its craftsmanship, it's still crafted. If you want to become stronger, even reach Master's and First Senior Sister's level, you need to create swordsmanship of your own." Xiang Ling's eyes gradually shifted from black to scarlet. The auras of the demonic path and ghost path rose and interwove, forming a terrifying heretical power. The instant her sword force opened, every word she spoke gained an unquestionable authority!
"Thank you for the guidance, Second Senior Sister." Xing'er did not argue, but those words had clearly been spoken from