Seeing Xue Zihou's unconcerned expression, the old farmer shook his head and said,
"Divine Saber Hall is naturally the pinnacle of the Way of the Saber in this age, worthy of being called a Sacred Land of martial arts in its own right, with immeasurable foundations. But one must know that there is always someone stronger among the strong. If it truly came to blows with the Demonic Path, Divine Saber Hall might not necessarily win.
"Besides, if the people of the Demonic Path truly coveted and plotted to seize Demonic Saber Jingqing, they would never come openly and make a great show of forcibly taking it. Far more likely, they would use an endless stream of schemes and stratagems to steal the Demonic Saber.
"As the saying goes, an open spear is easy to dodge, but an arrow shot from the shadows is hard to guard against. No matter how vast Divine Saber Hall's estate and resources may be, it cannot withstand the unceasing calculations and assaults of those with intent.
"That is why the upper ranks of your Divine Saber Hall deliberately sealed off this news. Of course, whether they have other schemes at work is beyond what I can know."
Xue Zihou was still confused.
"Uncle Chang, let us say everything you said is right, but there is still one point that makes no sense. If it were truly so simple, how could only Bei Tangsu in such a vast Divine Saber Hall have successfully cultivated the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques?"
Divine Saber Hall was a gathering place for the most outstanding and extraordinary masters of the contemporary Way of the Saber, filled with talent. There should have been far more than one person capable of cultivating both the demonic path and the Way of the Saber,