Watching Jian Cangsang, Fei'ang, Xiang Wushuang, and the others, their expressions all shifted.
Late-blooming genius, self-slashing one's cultivation, taking the sword as one's realm, forging an unorthodox sword path—when all these descriptions belonged to one person, it was hard to imagine just how powerful he would be.
Though they looked down on mediocre people, they had to admit that many late bloomers had terrifying foundations of strength and were not to be underestimated.
Now they understood why their senses had sounded an alarm when Jian Cangsang appeared.
Looking at the sword on Jian Cangsang's back, they could almost imagine how terrifying it would be when drawn.
Under everyone's gaze, Jian Cangsang remained expressionless. He gave no response, nor did he acknowledge anyone.
He simply drank his tea, like a lonely swordsman who had long gone without a worthy opponent.
"Drinking tea alone is no fun."
Guo Buran came over with his teacup and sat beside Jian Cangsang, unbothered by the aura that kept others at a distance. Smiling, he said, "I'll keep you company."
Guo Ran, sitting nearby, was quite surprised. Her elder brother had always been laid-back and interested in almost nothing. Why was he suddenly so keen on Jian Cangsang?
Jian Cangsang glanced at Guo Buran and said nothing. He nodded, lifted his teacup in a brief toast, then tipped back his head and drained it.
Guo Buran drank with him, then said, "Fellow Daoist, would you let me see your sword? I'm very curious."
Jian Cangsang shook his head. His voice was hoarse. "The sword is my life, not an object for others to admire."
Guo Buran replied, "Then let's fight. You'll have to use your sword in battle, won't you? I'm curious about your sword path."
Jian Cangsang shook his head again. "I don't fight meaningless