Daojie Palace

"Senior Brother, what exactly is going on...?"

Beside Yi Yun, the other disciples of Tianshu Gate were all dumbfounded. They had all seen the sect's treasured sword display its might before. Its Sword Qi had truly been like a rainbow, unstoppable. Yet today, the Tianshu Sword seemed to have malfunctioned, losing all its power.

"What exactly is the origin of the sword in Yi Yun's hand?"

The disciples of Tianshu Gate were not fools. Once they recovered, they realized that this was probably because of the Illusion Snow Sword. But what grade of sword would be needed to suppress the Tianshu Sword and prevent it from releasing even the slightest wisp of Sword Qi?

Looking at the sword in Yi Yun's hand, Xia Zijian's face flushed red. This was simply too humiliating. Previously, he had been inferior to Yi Yun in alchemy, which he could barely tolerate. But his greatest source of pride—the Tianshu Sword—had also been completely crushed by Yi Yun. And this had happened right in front of Jingyue Sha and the other girls his age. The proud Xia Zijian wished he could immediately strike Yi Yun down with a single sword.

"How a sword performs depends not only on the sword itself, but also on the person using it..." Not far away, Jingyue Yin spoke slowly. Her voice was not loud, yet everyone present heard her clearly.

What Tianshu Gate had done by abandoning Yi Yun earlier might not have been honorable, but it was not entirely unjustifiable either. However, Xia Zijian should not have come to Yi Yun at this moment to make sarcastic remarks and flaunt his sect's foundations. This had prompted even the usually low-key Jingyue Yin to speak up for Yi Yun. In her eyes, Yi Yun was outnumbered and was also being