The several sect elders following behind exchanged bewildered glances. They had no idea what Elder Wuxiang was playing at.
One moment ago, he had been shouting about invoking the sect rules.
How had he changed his tune faster than flipping a page?
Jiang Yuechu paused, the hand holding the Shadow-Bearing Sword suspended in midair.
She stared expressionlessly at the elder before her, who was grinning like an old chrysanthemum.
"This sword..."
"Take it! Take it!" Elder Wuxiang waved his hands repeatedly, speaking with righteous indignation. "Young friend Jiang helped our Azure Boundary Sect vanquish demons and exterminate evil. You've rendered great service!"
"What's one broken sword worth?"
"If you like it, pick any sword from this altar! Take several, if you want!"
At those words,
the dozen or so broken swords and shattered blades on the altar all let out mournful cries in unison.
The Shadow-Bearing Sword was practically in tears.
What...
What was going on?!
Was this still the Azure Boundary Sect that had worshipped them like ancestors?
"..."
Jiang Yuechu was a little exasperated.
First he offered it, then he took it back.
Was he messing with her?
"I don't want it anymore."
"Don't... don't be like that!"
Elder Wuxiang hurried forward and grabbed Jiang Yuechu by the sleeve.
"Young friend Jiang, why are you taking this so seriously... This old man was just trying to joke around and lighten the mood... That was my fault, my fault."
Jiang Yuechu lowered her eyes to the sleeve he was clutching, her expression blank.
"I don't want it."
"You have to take it!"
"I really don't want it anymore."
"Young friend! Hear this old man out! The Spirit Swords in the Hidden Sword Tower were all left behind by the generations of our Azure Boundary Sect's forebears. They've absorbed the