Mo Chen was turning the matter over in his mind as well. He had not expected the black-robed man to still doubt him.
But that was understandable. If Mo Chen were the master of the Thousand Sword Pavilion, and some greenhorn suddenly appeared claiming to be his revered teacher's successor and asking him to send men to help, he would not believe it immediately either.
At the very least, he would verify the story several times to avoid falling into someone's trap.
Yet Mo Chen was not worried. On top of seventy or eighty years of saber training, he had practiced swordsmanship under Chen Jin for four years. His swordsmanship had already reached the level where he could release Sword Qi with his internal energy at will.
Once he demonstrated it, they would naturally know.
An expert's skill showed the moment he made a move. If these people from the Thousand Sword Pavilion could not discern anything after Mo Chen performed a sword routine, he would have to question whether they were capable of helping at Hongfeng Mountain.
After hearing the black-robed man out, the red-faced man from earlier also found his argument reasonable and said:
"That's right! Lad, if you can show us the former pavilion master's true skills, I, Old Feng, will be the first to believe you! Otherwise, don't blame my sword for showing no mercy!"
Ling Yunzhi also suppressed his emotions and said, "Young brother, it isn't that I refuse to believe you. This concerns my revered teacher's safety and the survival of our pavilion. The stakes are enormous. If you can demonstrate one of our Thousand Sword Pavilion's sword routines, all our doubts will vanish like smoke and clouds."
Mo Chen had anticipated this and felt not the slightest fear. He agreed in a clear,