The gale swept past his ears, easily stirring a person's grand ambitions.
Zhang Yang stood atop Falling Axe Peak. Before him was a cliff over a thousand meters high. He was quite certain that jumping down would not kill him—but it would make him look ridiculous.
"Summer Wind, oh, Summer Wind. The reputation I've built over a lifetime as sect master is all riding on you."
Thinking this over, he slowly drew his—no, the Profound-grade Sword Manipulation weapon he had borrowed from Li Hanqiu. The sword was called Summer Wind! Even its naming style clearly came from the same lineage.
Other than the Sword Emperor, this Summer Wind Sword was the finest-quality weapon among the remaining thirty-five Sword Manipulation weapons. Otherwise, why would Zhang Yang have so straightforwardly asked Li Hanqiu to lend it to him?
He had practiced the Sword Manipulation Technique, and he had been to the sky before. With his current strength, leaping several hundred meters into the air was as easy as playing around.
But truly controlling a sword weapon and flying at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters was genuinely thrilling.
Without turning around, Zhang Yang knew that Wu County, Jiang Rong, and the other thirty-two disciples under him were waiting in the distance, along with Li Hanqiu, whose face was full of mockery, disdain, fury, and contempt.
What an utterly ridiculous joke. The dignified sect master of the Heavenly Sword Gate could not even use Sword Flight yet. That alone would have been bad enough, but his disciples had long since become skilled at Sword Flight. Just who was the master, and who was the disciple?
Li Hanqiu often felt the urge to spread this embarrassing business throughout the world. Damn it, this was already the second sword weapon he had been