Within a hall of Sword Pavilion, Zhao Bo and He Shu sat facing each other.
The fragrance of tea filled the air above the table.
"Sword Pavilion has become somewhat unfamiliar lately," Zhao Bo said.
He Shu nodded with deep feeling. "First, the Pavilion Master inexplicably provoked the Jun Family. Then he actually killed Jun Shentong and seized the Heaven-Seeking Mirror. Even now, I find it unbelievable. The Pavilion Master is powerful, but he should never have been capable of killing Jun Shentong, who possessed an Imperial Weapon."
"There must be secrets here that we do not know. And the Pavilion Master still has not returned. Where is he? Why has he not come back? This is all far too strange," Zhao Bo said.
He Shu looked beyond the hall, a fiery gleam flashing in his eyes. "No matter what, the Heaven-Seeking Mirror is an Imperial Weapon. Lei Shan is too young. Though he is also at the peak of the Great Saint realm, he is far too unsteady to wield such an Imperial Weapon."
"Exactly. He is merely a child—how can he control an Imperial Weapon? The Imperial Weapon ought to be wielded by the Pavilion Master. If the Pavilion Master is absent, then there is us." Zhao Bo's eyes were likewise filled with blazing light.
No one could resist the temptation of an Imperial Weapon.
If the Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master's strength had not been below theirs, and if he had not possessed an Imperial Weapon to protect himself, they would have seized it by force long ago.
"Brother, what idea do you have?" He Shu asked Zhao Bo.
Zhao Bo pondered for a moment. "He may be strong, but within Sword Pavilion, our prestige is second only to the Pavilion Master's. Once the other branch pavilion