The weather had turned cool, but the sky remained bright.
Inside Lingxiao Courtyard.
Li Sifeng retreated to the wall, clutching the Emperor Profound Sword tightly. He snapped, "So what if he's the Sword God? Get this straight: he provoked our Qingxiao Sect first, so he's our enemy. Fine, we won't kill him—but now he wants to touch my treasured sword? What is wrong with you people?"
Zhang Yuchun, Li Dongyue, and Li Sijin blocked his way, leaving him nowhere to escape.
"Sixth Junior Brother, you're a senior member of the sect. You can't be this petty—you need to think bigger. You should be able to see all the benefits of the Sword God joining Qingxiao Sect. Besides, he only wants to look at your sword. Lend it to him for a day. We'll have people keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't leave the mountain."
Zhang Yuchun spoke earnestly. He felt a little helpless about Li Sifeng's attitude.
How had this kid still not grown up?
Li Sijin put her hands on her hips and said, "You've got some nerve. If you hadn't brought this sword back, would Qingxiao Sect be in so much trouble? Third Senior Brother's disciples still haven't returned—they're looking for you, too. So tell us now: is this Emperor Profound Sword yours, or does it belong to the sect? If it belongs to the sect, what gives you the right to refuse the arrangements?"
Being hounded by his own younger sister, Li Sifeng's face shifted between red and pale.
He gritted his teeth. "Fine. I'll give it to him, but I'm going to keep an eye on him myself!"
"That's more like it." Zhang Yuchun smiled.
As expected, the only one who could deal with him was Junior Sister.
The three of them