But not you.
When those four words were spoken, everyone present turned to Qin An, their eyes thoughtful.
Why not?
Anyone who knew of the grudge between the Pacifying Distant King and the Ten Thousand Swords Bamboo Grove could tell that the Ten Thousand Swords Elder was deliberately making things difficult for Qin An.
After all, it was because of the Pacifying Distant King that the Ten Thousand Swords Elder's own daughter had died so tragically. If Great Qian had not been founded afterward, the elder might well have fought the king to the death.
Qin An rubbed the scabbard at his waist and said calmly, "Senior, you once said that any cultivator could come to the Ten Thousand Swords Bamboo Grove and try to break the formation. Why am I the only exception? If you refuse to let me try, won't that make the Ten Thousand Swords Bamboo Grove look as though it doesn't keep its word?"
At those words, silence fell. One could have heard a pin drop.
Everyone stared at Qin An in astonishment, as though seeing him for the first time.
Only Qin An remained composed, as still as autumn water without the faintest ripple.
The Ten Thousand Swords Elder's grip tightened slightly around his bamboo sword. "The Ten Thousand Swords Bamboo Grove is mine," he said with a cold laugh. "If I say no, I mean no. I don't care what anyone else says. Everyone else may try, but not you."
"Oh?" Qin An said. "Could it be that you're afraid, senior?"
"Afraid of what?" the Ten Thousand Swords Elder scoffed. "I've stood proudly in this world for so long that I've never even learned how to write the word 'fear.'"
Qin An smiled faintly. "You're afraid I'll break the formation, and then you'll be