Lie Nian did not trust Li Cang. Li Cang had once been a prodigy of the East Sea Sword Palace, and though he had since been expelled and had proved his worth in bloody fight after bloody fight, Lie Nian still considered him an outsider.
These sword cultivators always had some laughable principles in their hearts, always insisting on something at the worst possible time.
As the Dao Scripture said, the highest good was like water; by not contending, one contended with all under heaven.
These sword cultivators never understood that only by caring about nothing could they ultimately protect what they cared about.
Lie Nian still trusted Li Cang's sword. Roughly three feet long, it had been forged from crude iron, but after years of tempering by thought and Sword Qi, it was no ordinary thing.
A flash of sword light swept up a long wind and met the Sword Qi slashing down from above.
"Li Cang of the Eastern Sea asks to witness your swordsmanship, honored brother."
That dazzling sword light shone like a star on the horizon. It stirred wave upon wave of wind, sending the long clouds overhead curling and writhing.
"A fine sword, I'll grant you."
Su Che sat upon a cloud, holding the nameless iron sword Kongkong'er had given him.
A Reverted Elixir sword cultivator had made a move below, but Su Che paid him little mind.
Third Young Master Su had never worried about a contest of swordsmanship. What truly held his attention was the iron sword in his hand.
Kongkong'er had told him to wield this sword against his foe for a reason: an extraordinarily unusual sword intent had been condensed within it.
That sword intent commanded a view from the highest roof. It was so lofty and supreme that Su Che,