"Ding!"
With another ringing sword cry, Ye Xuan, who had carved Qingxuan's Seven Precepts into the cliff face, steadily recalled his flying sword and returned it to its scabbard.
"Sorry for the trouble, Elder Black Dragon."
Ye Xuan respectfully handed the two hundred and sixty-two jin of ship-ballast iron back to Elder Black Dragon.
"Not bad."
Elder Black Dragon, who rarely commented on competing disciples, nodded in satisfaction.
If that Sword Inquiry several months earlier had sent Ye Xuan's reputation plunging to rock bottom, then his sword today had pulled him back up from those depths.
For a time, praise filled the Cloud Tower.
Among the disciples present, perhaps quite a few could lift more than three hundred jin of iron, but those who could lift nearly three hundred jin of Suspended Iron at Ye Xuan's age were few and far between.
"Whew..."
Listening to the praise around him and feeling those envious gazes upon him, Ye Xuan let out a long breath. Pride once again shone on his previously somewhat gloomy face, as though he were declaring to everyone-I, Ye Xuan, am back!
Then his gaze fell on Xu Taiping once more, and he called out:
"Xu Taiping, your turn!"
At Ye Xuan's shout, everyone's gaze immediately fell on Xu Taiping again.
"I should have checked the almanac before leaving today."
Looking at Ye Xuan's burning gaze, Xu Taiping made a wry remark without any change in expression.
"Go on. Just do your best. Don't feel pressured."
Qingxiao patted Xu Taiping on the back.
After seeing Xu Taiping's performance in the previous round, he no longer tried to persuade him to withdraw.
"Your round wasn't part of our plan to begin with."
Eldest Senior Sister Jiang Zhi also smiled at Xu Taiping.
In fact, not only Xu Taiping's round,