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Gongshu Yu's words immediately darkened Sun Wuyan's expression.
It was one thing for him to know about these unspoken rules of Bashu Sword Pavilion, but Gongshu Yu had brazenly stated them in front of everyone. Sun Wuyan's expression turned ugly.
"Gongshu Yu, have you decided you won't show me any respect today?" Sun Wuyan said coldly.
Gongshu Yu sneered. "How much is your face worth? Sun Wuyan, you've always been free to play your little tricks inside Bashu Sword Pavilion. After all, forging a sword is forging a sword, no matter who it's for.
"But now I already have someone waiting for me to forge a weapon, and you insist on forcing another person on me. Do you think you're the sect master, or one of those grand elders?
"When I give you face, you're an elder in charge. When I don't, what are you worth?"
As far as Gongshu Yu was concerned, even if he truly angered Sun Wuyan, he had nothing to fear from him.
There were several other elders in charge like Sun Wuyan in Bashu Sword Pavilion. They were all at the Spirit Transformation Realm, and in other sects they would certainly hold positions as elders with real authority.
But Bashu Sword Pavilion had no such rules. Someone like Gongshu Yu, whose standing was second only to a Grandmaster of Weapon Forging, held a much higher position in practice than elders in charge who had no talent for weapon forging. After all, people like him were the foundation on which Bashu Sword Pavilion survived.
Gongshu Yu had humiliated him in front of outsiders. Sun Wuyan was a Spirit Transformation Realm martial artist, and for years, warriors who came from elsewhere