What Three Waters Sword Sect?
Gui Yan kept his expression unperturbed and simply glanced over.
Duan Xiang, however, misunderstood, slapping his thigh with a laugh. "That's right, old Yan, you certainly live up to being the most successful among our bunch. Shui Jiansheng has always had his eyes poked up into his forehead, yet you actually managed to get your hands on his daughter-in-law. Even if you smeared that face with mud all over the ground, it wouldn't matter anymore..."
Immediately afterward, his tone shifted as he put on a concerned attitude. "Still, what were you thinking, old Yan? Even though Shui Jiansheng only holds a nominal post on the Gathering Immortals Bridge, he's still considered an outer-disciple of the Sword Discussion Pavilion, and rumor has it that his younger sister cultivates on Half-Mountain Island. He's a rare figure who maintains ties with both factions, giving him a unique status..."
At Duan Xiang's words, Gui Yan's memories stirred, recalling that scene on the lake. Indeed, many of the people on the boat that day wielded swords, and amidst that young matron's struggling cries, there seemed to be a similar title mentioned.
So it was the Three Waters Sword Sect, and her backers also seemed quite formidable...
Internally, Yu Ci chanted a silent Amitabha, feeling that Gui Yan ending up in his current plight was truly heaven having eyes. Of course, he could not voice this out loud right now, and Gui Yan did not need him to teach him anyway, responding instead with that same uninspired, cold laugh.
Duan Xiang could tell that Gui Yan was unwilling to engage with him today, which only further confirmed his inner suspicions.
Just as he was about to speak again, Gui Yan cut him off with a chilling remark, "This Daoist didn't sleep