"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"You didn't ask." Yan Huan spread his hands.
"I don't have time to bicker with you, I need to get to the Artisanship Commission!"
Yunli was burning with anxiety.
"No matter why Grandpa chose that sword, I cannot let it fall into someone else's hands."
"I will do what I've done in the past: find the swords forged by that person one by one, snap them in half, and melt them all down!"
"Alright, let's part ways here for now."
Yunli hurried away, ran to the bridge to board a skiff, and rushed straight toward the Artisanship Commission.
"..."
Yan Huan stood in place, watching Yunli's chartered skiff leave.
At that moment, a conflicted feeling stirred in his chest.
Should he really go join the commotion?
General Huaiyan wasn't an idiot; since that sword was being offered as the champion's prize, even if it was a demonic sword, there surely had to be a way to control it.
It wouldn't look good for public relations if the eventual champion really got consumed by the demonic sword.
If it truly came to that, who would ever dare come to the Xianzhou to participate in a tournament again?
"Yan Huan, what are you doing here?"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Yan Huan turned around and saw March 7th had also wandered over here.
"I'm just strolling. What about you?"
"I'm gathering popularity votes."
March 7th was still wearing that set of Xianzhou attire, clutching a handful of self-printed flyers.
"As long as I have enough popularity, I can make it to the resurrection match."
"You still haven't given up?"
Yan Huan had been very surprised at first by March 7th's withdrawal from the tournament.
But now he had grown to accept it; the road of