"Waaah... my dream of becoming a swordsman..."
"Don't cry. Victory and defeat are commonplace in battle; I lose to Ice Block too... Ahem, there are three hundred and sixty trades, and every trade has its master. If all else fails, why don't you learn to use a hammer from me?"
"Waaaaah!!!"
"Alright, alright. How about I compensate you with a good saber?"
"What do you know? This saber is my beloved treasure, the hopes my elders placed in me. It grew up with me from childhood. I regard it as..."
"This saber is called Cloud Thunder. I bought it at an East Sea rare-treasure auction. It ranks among treasured weapons and is worth sixty..."
"Hiss..."
Tang Six, the youth whose dream had shattered, tossed aside the "beloved" weapon in his hand and hugged his new love to his chest, looking wildly overjoyed as though he were admiring some peerless treasure.
Li Mo: "..."
If he had taken out this saber earlier, would he have avoided wasting so many words and going around such a huge circle?
The many martial artists watching below the stage were silent as cicadas in winter. They had roamed the martial world for so long—what scene had they not witnessed?
But they truly had never seen this one.
"This feels so familiar. Remember back in Yun Province City..."
"Actually, the broken saber can't entirely be blamed on Young Hero Li. But taking out a treasure-grade weapon to compensate him—isn't that a little excessive? Does he not understand how precious it is?"
"No, no. You're the one who doesn't understand Young Hero Li."
Elder Qian's face had been dark just moments ago, because Clear Abyss Sect's disciples still lagged behind those of the great sects, their results dismal.
Now his face was red, because a Clear Abyss