The next morning, while he was refining the Golden Sword, Lu Wanshan sent someone to summon him.
After washing up, he arrived at the Sect Leader's main hall and found Lu Wanshan pacing within, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Sect Leader." Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists in salute.
Lu Wanshan studied the ancient, unadorned scabbard at his waist and smiled. "This is that treasured sword?"
Chu Zhiyuan drew the sword from its sheath and presented it with both hands.
Lu Wanshan took it and flicked it with a finger. A dragon's roar instantly resounded through the hall.
"Fine sword!" Lu Wanshan praised.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled.
Lu Wanshan focused and examined it carefully. A moment later, he raised his head in surprise and looked at him.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Sect Leader, I wanted to imitate the Emperor's Sword. How well did I do?"
"You have captured its form." Lu Wanshan said slowly. "Was it originally like this?"
His expression was solemn.
Could there be another Heavenly Sword Clone?
Chu Zhiyuan said, "I carved it into the sword myself. This sword is made of special material."
Lu Wanshan shook his head. "Even the Emperor's Sword's owner could not accomplish this."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly.
Lu Wanshan stared thoughtfully at the sword, his eyes blazing.
Chu Zhiyuan stood quietly to one side without speaking.
It was clear Lu Wanshan had suffered a tremendous shock and was far from calm.
After a long while, Lu Wanshan said in a deep voice, "Your sword has only obtained the form for now, not the substance."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded. "I do not know the Emperor's Sword's cultivation method."
"The Emperor's Sword's cultivation method is kept absolutely secret." Lu Wanshan said. "No one can pass it on to you, not even I. Otherwise, one will surely suffer