Song Jin Jian of Great Wei?
Or rather, the name of the Uncontested Sword enjoyed tremendous renown in Jianghu.
It had spread even along the Tea Horse Road.
An old man like Zhang Badan had naturally heard the name.
"A weapons ranking once circulated through Jianghu years ago. The Uncontested Sword was listed in it."
"The sword is three feet three inches long, forged from ten-thousand-year-old meteoric iron. Sharp enough to sever a hair blown against its edge, with the words 'Uncontested' engraved on its guard."
Zhang Badan sat slumped on the ground, gazing in the direction Chen Yi had left. The wonder in his voice was unmistakable.
Qiu Shan instinctively rubbed his head. He had already guessed that Chen Yi had an extraordinary background, but had never imagined he was the renowned "Uncontested Sword."
As though something had occurred to him, Xi Yanqiu murmured, "Mountains and seas within the heart, still and uncontending-that name... truly overbearing."
Zhang Badan glanced at them and snorted. "You two don't even know who he is. How did you end up following him?"
"Judging by your clothes, you're from the Tea Horse Road too?"
Qiu Shan and Xi Yanqiu exchanged a glance, both feeling he talked too much. Without needing a word, each gave him a slap.
Smack, smack.
Zhang Badan cursed inwardly, but he understood that beneath another's eaves, one had to bow one's head. He simply lay down on the scattered rocks.
He stopped struggling.
With Song Jin Jian, the "Uncontested Sword," watching him, he would neither die nor live comfortably. He could only accept his present circumstances.
Xi Yanqiu and Qiu Shan ignored him, whispering as they looked in the direction Chen Yi had left.
They were mostly discussing what they should do on this journey to the Barbarian Tribe.
Listening,