Two streaks of sword light flew into the Great Sun Celestial Pool.
"Moon, it's been a long time."
Yu Qianzi greeted her with a faint smile. "Did you miss me? Our names are alike, after all. We're fated to get along."
She openly tried to pry her away, making a show of their connection right in front of Jiang Ding.
"Oh."
"Another Dao Child."
Moon glanced at her. "A pity you aren't the Taiyin Sword Heir and don't have the Taiyin Flying Sword. Otherwise, the Sword Heir would surely gain far deeper insight by killing you than by killing any other Dao Child."
"Or perhaps you could kill the Sword Heir..."
Moon considered it seriously.
"Then could I become master of the Great Sun Celestial Pool?"
Yu Qianzi perked up.
It was possible.
Given the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion—their pride, their madness, their loyalty to the sword rather than its wielder—it might really be possible.
"If the Taiyin Sword Heir killed the Sword Heir, then yes."
Moon looked at her with some distaste. "The first Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion said it himself: if the Great Sun Sword Heir were killed by the Taiyin Sword Heir, it would mean his path had failed. Why not step aside for someone worthier?"
"But you won't do."
"Your sword isn't the Taiyin Flying Sword."
"If you kill the Sword Heir, all I can do is collect his body and bury him in the Sword Mound at the Celestial Pool, then wait for the next Great Sun Sword Heir to be born and take revenge."
"What a pity..."
Yu Qianzi looked thoroughly regretful.
The two of them discussed, in broad daylight, what would happen if someone killed the Great Sun Sword Heir.
Jiang Ding's face turned black as the