For the first time, Divine Venerable Cheng Wei felt that this blockhead actually knew how to speak like a human. And he had said such a long string of words—had he been swapped out? Still, it had to be said, it sounded rather pleasant.
Wang Jiwen was so furious that his eyes turned bloodshot. "What do you know?! You, a saber user, dare pass judgment—"
"Then ask him. He's a Sword Cultivator. Why not hear whether a Sword Cultivator is willing to use your sword?"
Wang Jiwen sneered. "You say he's a Sword Cultivator, and that makes him one?"
Chen Zui was even more baffled. "You can't even tell that he cultivates the sword, yet you have the nerve to forge swords for Sword Cultivators?" Though Wen Xu wore no sword at his waist, from head to toe, he practically had the words "Sword Cultivator" written all over him. Was this guy blind?
He spoke with utter sincerity. Anyone could hear the confusion in Chen Zui's words, and that was indeed the truth. Bian Chunchou did not use a sword, so naturally he could not tell who practiced the sword. Yet his two best friends both used weapons, and Wen Xu-Xu was thoroughly face-blind, yet he could distinguish at a glance who was a true Sword Cultivator.
This, perhaps, was what the world called talent.
Wang Jiwen was so angry that every bone in his body cracked. Just as he was about to retort, the so-called Sword Cultivator spoke. "I received the baptism of the Heaven-Shattering Divine Radiance. Do you think I'm not a Sword Cultivator?"
Wang Jiwen froze. "Wasn't that just a rumor?" Of course he had heard the rumors from that year's Five Sects Assembly, but as an artificer who revered the Heaven-Shattering Divine Sword above all else,