After hearing Sword Demon recount his battle with Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang, Sword Venerable praised him again and again. He thought Sword Demon had been both brave and resourceful, and had seized the moment perfectly—truly a peerless genius.
"Martial Brother, what do you mean?" Sword One asked tentatively. "Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang killed people from our Divine Sword Cliff. They clearly don't take our Divine Sword Cliff seriously..."
Before Sword One could finish, Sword Venerable impatiently waved a hand. He glanced at Sword Demon. "If you hadn't bullied Lingxiao Pavilion first and attacked their sect, why would Ling Tian and the others have provoked you? You made the mistake, so start by reflecting on yourself."
Seeing the stern look on Sword Venerable's face, Sword Demon and Sword One didn't dare say anything more, though they were deeply indignant.
"Besides, those disciples you recruited don't count as members of Divine Sword Cliff. As for your grudge over being gravely wounded, settle it yourself another day. You were beaten despite having such a huge advantage in cultivation. If you're not ashamed, I'm ashamed on behalf of Divine Sword Cliff." Sword Venerable spoke coldly, then looked at Sword One. "Martial Brother, you mustn't interfere in this matter. I'm very interested in that young man. When I have the time and opportunity, I'll meet him and see if I can take him as a disciple."
Though they were deeply indignant, Sword Demon and Sword One didn't dare defy Sword Venerable. They hurriedly nodded.
Sword One was Sword Venerable's junior brother, and his cultivation had already reached the peak of the Great Perfection stage of Saint God, just one step away from becoming a Quasi-Saint. But that single step had eluded him for a long time. The difference in strength between