The atmosphere at the Tianyi Tower banquet was tense, yet strangely bizarre.
The thing in Shi Song's hand looked eye-catching enough; its materials and design were both decent. Yet it bore not the slightest trace of refinement, its spiritual glow dim and dull. Compared with the "Tongxin Xi Ring," it was simply not in the same league. Using it in exchange would undoubtedly be a dreadful joke, but Shi Song wore such a grave expression that he showed no sign of jesting.
Zhou Youde's expression turned ugly. It was only natural that he feared Xie Yan—after all, Xie Yan had the Li Chen Sect behind him—but even Shi Song was humiliating him like this. Did they truly think everyone in Suixin Pavilion could be bullied?
At that moment, someone gave a cold, mocking laugh. "Could it be that you've grown too used to spending lavishly and have squandered the entire Wanling Sect fortune?"
The speaker was thin, ordinary-looking, with tiny eyes that were often narrowed, as though he never got enough sleep. He was none other than Dong Yan, master of the Wusheng Sword Sect. Most of the time, he was exceedingly inconspicuous, but once he opened his mouth, his words were venomous indeed.
The Wusheng Sword Sect was one of Juebi City's five major powers, though calling it a "power" was somewhat forced. Including its master, Dong Yan, the sect had only thirteen members. Yet all thirteen had cultivation at the Spirit cultivator level or above, and all were sword cultivators of formidable practical combat strength. They specialized in the sword path and wielded sword light, able to kill from a hundred paces away. In terms of sheer strength, they were no weaker than the elite forces of any other faction. More importantly, they were fiercely united, following Dong