"Jiang Dingzi,"
Taiyin Sword Heir Yu Qianzi called Jiang Ding back and asked, "Can I live at the Great Sun Celestial Pool?"
"You know the Moon Lineage helped build it. The spirit of the pool is even named Moon."
She sounded indignant.
The Great Sun Celestial Pool was undoubtedly the best place in this realm for sword cultivators to train and live. The banks of Moon Creek River were especially suited to a Moon Lineage sword cultivator like her.
The surrounding Daoist Heirs turned to look.
"Junior Sister Yu truly is a sword cultivator."
An Tuzi sighed in admiration.
She really had no fear of death. She actually dared to live with the Great Sun Sword Heir.
Talk of the greater good and agreements meant nothing.
Much of the time, the Great Sun Sword Heir could not control his bloodthirsty instincts at all. The greater good, the tide of events, reason—none of them mattered when that madness took hold.
He was like a volcano that could erupt at any moment, chaotic and out of control.
The Great Sun Sword Pavilion's inheritance was that vile.
Though perhaps that would be a good thing.
The thought stirred in many Daoist Heirs' minds.
If only the Great Sun Sword Heir would lose control sooner.
If their sect elders saw the result, perhaps they would change their plans. Even sending the nine of them alone would be better.
That sword-mad lunatic might be formidable in battle, but what use was he in a campaign that required them to lie low in a foreign realm?
He would only ruin things!
"You want to live at the Great Sun Celestial Pool?"
Jiang Ding turned back, his brow furrowing slightly.
The Great Sun Celestial Pool was his home.
He strongly disliked letting outsiders stay in his home.