Xiaomeng's frankness made Li raise an eyebrow. It seemed this Xiaomeng of the Taoist Heavenly Sect truly devoted all her thoughts to cultivation, which was why she was unexpectedly straightforward and innocent in certain respects.
No sooner had Xiaomeng finished speaking than everyone discovered, in astonishment, that the wine in the cups before them had begun to tremble gently. It slowly floated into the air, gathering toward Xiaomeng with the movement of the Qiuli Sword in her hand, then gradually formed the character "Dao" in midair.
Li glanced at the Six Sword Slaves and caught a faint, barely perceptible look of shock on each of their faces. It seemed that even first-rate experts such as the Six Sword Slaves were stunned by Xiaomeng's depth of inner power.
Yet Funián's expression did not change. The Tai'e Sword left its sheath and carved an arc through the air. The freshly formed character "Dao" instantly split apart into countless droplets, which then gathered at the tip of the Tai'e Sword to form the character "Li."
Li silently praised him. What a fine exchange of courtesy. Without losing either propriety or momentum, Funián truly held a slight edge over Xiaomeng in terms of mental acuity.
Before the members of the Confucian School could applaud, the Qiuli Sword in Xiaomeng's hand moved once more, and her aura surged sharply.
The character "Li," which had just formed, was scattered again into countless tiny droplets floating in the air. Even so, everyone was already sufficiently shocked by the pair's ability to control their inner power to such a degree.
Before their astonishment could fade, Funián raised Tai'e once more. Light burst from the blade, and the countless droplets gathered together piece by piece, ultimately forming the shape of a flower.
Li's pupils contracted. Such peerless control over