When Shen Yue spoke, Zhang Yuchun furrowed his brow, Li Dongyue looked curious, and Li Qingqiu smiled calmly.
"Sure. Once you've recovered."
Li Qingqiu agreed at once. Shen Yue opened his eyes, a fervent battle intent flaring within them.
Shen Yue continued, "It'll just be a friendly spar. I'm no longer interested in the Emperor Profound Sword, and I won't leave the Qingxiao Sect. You don't need to feel too much pressure."
Li Qingqiu couldn't help laughing. "I'm not under any pressure. What about you? If you lose again, don't go locking yourself away."
Shen Yue wanted to say that there was no way he could lose now, but when he saw the teasing smile on Li Qingqiu's face, he held his tongue.
Although Jiang Zhaoxia and Xu Ning were no less gifted than he was, neither could match his aptitude for comprehending the sword. Across the Qingxiao Sect—no, across the whole world—only Li Qingqiu remained an enigma to him, leaving him unsure of himself.
"I've already lost once. What's there to fear?" Shen Yue said stubbornly.
Just wait until my Myriad Swords Returning to Origin leaves you stunned!
Li Qingqiu was amused by him and smiled. "Since you're fine, I won't be sticking you with needles. I'll have a disciple write up your contribution and post it for the whole sect to see."
Shen Yue said nothing more, his thoughts already drifting to their upcoming duel.
Then Li Qingqiu left the room with Zhang Yuchun and Li Dongyue. Only after they had walked out of the Sword Sect Courtyard did Li Qingqiu speak. "You can handle the notice. No exaggerations; write it as it happened."
"Understood."
"Also, send someone to invite Li Yang and Zhao Linglong to Lingxiao Courtyard."
"Understood."
The three parted at a fork in the road.