"Is that... Sword Thought?"
The Golden Apricot display was suddenly flooded with stunned discussion.
Two fingers cleaved a hundred-zhang ghost apart, tore through Death God's Power, and shot straight into the clouds. If that was not Sword Thought, what else could it be? "Could this young master in the carriage be an ancient sword cultivator? Don't tell me he used power left behind by some elder of his clan?"
"What great clan has ancient sword cultivators? There's only the Wind Clan in the Southern Domain. Feng Tingchen, one of the Seven Sword Immortals from the previous generation, knows Sword Thought?"
"No way! Young master, Sword Thought... brothers, this reminds me of someone..."
"It's not Sword Thought. When Sword Thought manifests, it resembles silver sword aura. It's aura—how could it be some sticky liquid thing like his?"
"Why is everyone grasping at shadows? Master Shou hasn't shown himself for half a year. You see some young master and assume he's Master Shou?"
"Does no one feel the same as me? Why does this young master's Ten-Stage Sword Finger feel stronger than Master Shou's?"
"Shut up!"
"Like you know anything!"
"If you don't know, go watch Feng Zhongzui! Feng Zhongzui has developed better than Master Shou by now."
"Good scolding! But Feng Zhongzui really dares to comment on anyone now..."
The Golden Apricot comments exploded once again at the mention of "Master Shou." More people joined the argument, and the heat rose ever higher.
Matchmaker paid them no attention.
She could not recover from the shock of what she had just witnessed.
Because she was closer to the battlefield than anyone else, she had naturally seen more clearly than anyone...
That had not been the work of some elder from his clan. It had been the carriage young master himself, shattering White-Faced