The sect elders following behind exchanged bewildered glances, utterly unable to fathom what Wuxiang Elder was playing at.
One moment, he had been shouting about invoking the sect rules.
How had he changed his tune faster than turning a page the very next moment?
Jiang Yuechu paused, her hand holding the Shadowbearing Sword suspended in midair.
She looked expressionlessly at the elder before her, whose smile made him look like an old chrysanthemum in bloom.
"This sword..."
"Take it! Take it!" Wuxiang Elder waved his hands repeatedly and declared with righteous conviction, "Young friend Jiang helped our Jieqing Sect slay demons and vanquish evil. Your hard work and contributions deserve great credit!"
"What does a mere damaged sword amount to?"
"If you like, take your pick of any sword on this offering stand! Feel free to take a few more!"
At those words.
The dozen-odd damaged swords and broken blades on the offering stand let out mournful cries in unison.
The Shadowbearing Sword wanted to cry but had no tears.
Wait...
What was going on?!
Was this still the Jieqing Sect that had worshipped them like its ancestors?
"..."
Jiang Yuechu felt rather exasperated.
First they offered it, then they refused.
Were they toying with her?
"I don't want it anymore."
"Don't... don't say that!"
Wuxiang Elder hurried forward and grabbed Jiang Yuechu's sleeve.
"Young friend Jiang, why take it so seriously...? This old man was merely joking earlier, trying to lighten the mood... my fault, my fault."
Jiang Yuechu glanced down at her sleeve in his grip, her face expressionless.
"I don't want it."
"You have to!"
"I really don't want it anymore."
"Young friend! Hear this old man out! The spirit swords in this Hidden Sword Tower were all left behind by generations of our Jieqing predecessors. They