The artifact spirit chanted a Daoist hymn as he solemnly took a pot of steaming green wine from his sleeve, along with a dish piled high with ice like a snow-capped mountain, and set them before him in the empty air! With such a sense of ceremony, how could anyone not be curious?
The next moment, a sudden buzzing sword cry rang out. A blood-red sword beam descended from the sky, and with a thunderous boom, the sea seemed to be cleaved in two!
When the red light faded, a sword-bearing girl was already sitting before the hot wine and white snow. With bleary, drunken eyes, she lifted the green wine pot in one hand and scooped up the icy snow with the other, drinking it all down together. Then, a strange, frigid gleam suddenly shot from her dazed eyes, like a smear of scarlet in a world of ice and snow. Slowly, she spat out several words: "Sword Saint... Jian Beitang pays her respects!"
"Senior Brother Yan, look quickly. Is she strong?" I immediately turned to Senior Brother Yan. As fellow sword immortals, asking someone of the same kind was enough to tell whether the other party was strong or weak—especially someone like Senior Brother Yan, a naturally born sword immortal.
Before Senior Brother Yan could come to his senses, Qiniang had already cried out, "My heavens... it's the Unbeaten Sword, Jian Beitang! Jian Beitang, the legendary figure who bathed the world in blood and entered Beitang!"
"You know Jian Beitang?" I asked, drawing in a sharp breath. Even Senior Brother Yan, who had recovered, could not help saying, "Yitian, I've seen her now. This girl is absolutely no ordinary person. Her sword intent far surpasses mine, and I fear it may even be above Qiniang's."
"Of course! She's