The Whetstone

Because he had to pass through the gap in the mist at the passage's exit, Gao Qianyuan's concealment hadn't remained consistent. Realizing he had indeed been discovered—and that "Mad Saber" Su Meng wasn't bluffing—he revealed himself. His right hand gripped the sword-like, yet not-quite-a-sword, token as his aura surged. In the boundless darkness, he stared into Meng Qi's eyes.

In an instant, it was as if four bolts of lightning collided in the void, sparks flying in every direction.

Gao Qianyuan took a step forward. Wary and cautious, yet as steady as a mountain, he said:

"You are indeed powerful, but not so powerful that you can treat Grandmasters as beneath your notice. This old man has the Sword Gu Talisman in hand, too. The victor is still uncertain, let alone whether you can keep me here."

He had witnessed Meng Qi's unruffled ease in the face of the "Great Freedom Heavenly Son" and learned many secrets. He had gained an entirely new understanding of his enemy's strength and temperament, completely dispelling the pride and carelessness hidden within his heart. The rumors were true: "Mad Saber" Su Meng had indeed grown into a powerhouse feared even by Grandmasters. But he was a Grandmaster of many years' standing, with a Sword Gu Talisman nearly as powerful as a divine weapon at his side. Even if he encountered a Half-step Dharma Body, he believed he had a chance to escape with his life. How much less could he fear Su Meng?

Meng Qi remained seated atop the tent. His right hand reached for the hilt at a pace that seemed swift yet was actually slow, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression. As the storm gathered and the wind filled the tower, he said calmly:

"You seek nothing within yourself, placing your hopes