"Damaged Sword Heart?"
A flicker of anger showed on Ji Lanxin's face as she glared straight at Miao Ying and demanded, "Was what he said true?"
Miao Ying's expression turned somewhat unsightly.
Xue Zier's mocking voice rang out, delighted to stir up trouble. "If you want to know whether it's true, just toss her a sword and have her play with it, won't that tell you? If her Sword Heart has been damaged, she won't even be able to hold a sword steady!"
Ji Lanxin swept her gaze around with a grim face. Spotting a battered sword abandoned by a disciple of some other faction, she nodded for Yan Nanqiu, who stood obediently at her side, to fetch it.
She casually tossed it to Miao Ying and ordered, "Show them the sword forms you comprehended just now. Open their eyes."
Miao Ying hesitated without moving, her head hanging low in embarrassment.
Xue Zier sneered, "Looks like there is no need to test her. You're quite the heartless master, making someone with a Damaged Sword Heart comprehend such profound swordsmanship. The fact that she didn't die in there means her life was tough enough."
Hearing Xue Zier's mockery, Ji Lanxin's face darkened at once. She glared disdainfully at Miao Ying, who now did not even dare grip a sword, and sternly ordered, "When we return, go help out in the back kitchen yourself."
To her, a useless person held no value whatsoever. She would never mercifully keep a piece of trash by her side; that would only make her lose face.
Hearing this, Miao Ying stepped forward unwillingly and snatched up the sword from the ground. While clamping her right hand tightly around it, she gripped her right wrist hard with her left. "Young Miss, I can still hold a sword!"