"The Mandarin Duck Sabers actually came from the Ming Cult?" Song Qingshu was stunned. It seemed that in the world of Jin's novels, the Ming Cult truly had a long and ancient legacy. In terms of foundations, even the Wudang Sect could not compare; only Shaolin could stand alongside it.
"Indeed." Xiao Banhe nodded. "I learned of it by chance as well. It is said that the Mandarin Duck Sabers were even the foremost of the Ming Cult's three great treasures. Unfortunately, they are only legends. No one knows what makes the Mandarin Duck Sabers truly formidable."
Song Qingshu was genuinely moved. The Sacred Fire Token was a symbol of authority, and it bore the profound martial arts of the Persian Ming Cult. The Heaven and Earth Great Shift was even more the cult's supreme treasure; for centuries, Ming Cult Masters had relied on it to earn fearsome reputations throughout the martial world. What right did the Mandarin Duck Sabers have to rank above those two?
"Since they are treasures of the Ming Cult, couldn't you just capture a few of their higher-ups and interrogate them?" Zhao Min asked curiously from the side. Though the Ming Cult members were fiends who struck terror into the martial world, she did not take them seriously. After all, she had captured them more times than she could count.
Xiao Banhe shook his head. "According to my investigation, the Ming Cult lost the Yuan Saber among the Mandarin Duck Sabers a hundred years ago. Since the secret of the Mandarin Duck Sabers could supposedly only be uncovered once the two sabers were reunited, even the Ming Cult eventually no longer knew their secret."
"No matter how formidable you are, you cannot defeat the passage of a hundred years." Bing Xue'er let out a faint