Above the drifting continent in the starry sky stood the towering Sword Pavilion, its legacy passed down for tens of thousands of years, nearly imperishable.
Atop the Sword Pavilion, the rising sun climbed into the sky. The final round of the Boundless Sword Feast was about to begin, with the top ten competing in swordsmanship for the championship.
Within the pavilion, the top ten had arrived. The venerable witnesses came one after another and took their seats.
Before the seat of honor, the Sword Pavilion's three Pavilion Masters appeared and took their places in turn.
"Thank you all for coming to witness the final contest for the first seat of the Boundless Sword Feast."
Mei Wuhen looked at the crowd before him and said with a smile, "The rules this time are simple. Lots will determine the order of the matches. During the bouts, stop at the proper point and do not harm the harmony between us."
Below, Ning Chen let out a soft sigh. Comparing swords and discussing techniques truly was not his forte.
His sword was, after all, better suited for killing.
"Attend."
Mei Wuhen spoke.
As his words fell, a Sword Attendant stepped forward. On the wooden tray in her hands lay ten jade slips, each carved with a different number.
"To ensure fairness, Second Sister, you should draw last."
Mei Wuhen looked at the woman in purple beside him and said with a smile.
Shui Wuyue nodded lightly, her icy face showing no change.
"Everyone, the jade slips bear ten different numbers. Those who draw adjacent numbers—for instance, one and two, three and four—will face each other, and so on," Mei Wuhen explained.
The nine nodded. At the foremost seat, the White Feather Sword God raised his hand and was the first to take a jade