The incident with the Yi Sword Sect had stripped away the last shred of decency from the Five Sword Sects.
Actually, although Sword God Mountain hadn't acted back then, they had wanted to.
But Sword God Mountain had been in decline for decades. With their strength at the time, they probably wouldn't have been able to help, and might even have ended up mired in trouble themselves.
Faced with the so-called bonds of brotherhood, the people of Sword God Mountain had chosen to protect themselves.
Now that Su Xin had openly brought up the matter, Han Dongting was rather incensed.
Just then, Liu Chenfeng rose to his feet. He set down the stone carving in his hands and used his clean white sleeve to brush the stone dust from his sword.
Liu Chenfeng turned around. His appearance was utterly ordinary—the kind of face you'd forget the moment you saw it in a crowd.
What truly drew the eye, however, was the sword in his hand. It was a sword without an edge! And Liu Chenfeng had been using it to carve the statue all along.
"The people of Sword God Mountain have never been good with words, and neither am I. We can't outtalk you, so let's speak with our swords."
Liu Chenfeng looked at Su Xin and said calmly, "Standing by is easier than getting involved halfway through. But Sword God Mountain won't stand by while the Qingcheng Sword Sect is in trouble just because you, Su Xin, tell us to.
"You've fought a Yang Spirit Realm expert before. In that case, take one sword strike from me. After that, whatever you do, Sword God Mountain won't interfere."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Su Xin's mouth. "All right."
Han Dongting, standing nearby, looked surprised.
He knew