"Yes!"
Feng Jitong nodded lightly and looked toward the stone platform. "That is the World’s Number One Blade!"
"..."
Jiang Xiaobai stared at the rust-covered saber, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Indeed, he had imagined that even if the World’s Number One Blade did not blaze with cold light, it would at least exude a menacing sharpness.
But instead...
This was it?!
The corner of Jiang Xiaobai's mouth twitched. He looked at Feng Jitong. "Elder Feng, are you... sure there hasn't been a mistake?"
"This saber... is rusted like this, and it can still be called the World’s Number One Blade?"
"Heh!"
Feng Jitong was not offended. Stroking his beard, he smiled. "There is something you do not know, Heir Jiang. The title of World’s Number One Blade does not refer solely to the saber!"
"Oh?"
Jiang Xiaobai grew curious at those words.
"This saber's first owner was named Ji Wufeng, known as the White-Haired Saber Master!"
Looking at the saber, Feng Jitong slowly continued, "Over three hundred years ago, the way of the saber flourished in the Martial World. There were a hundred saber schools, large and small."
"Ji Wufeng ventured out at twenty-seven. Alone, with a single saber, he traveled from south to north, defeating ninety-six renowned saber masters in succession without a single loss!"
"Later, he faced two ninth-rank sect entry experts and defeated them in three strokes. That... earned him the title of World’s Number One Blade!"
"Three strokes to defeat two ninth-rank experts?"
Shock spread across Jiang Xiaobai's face.
Tang Ningshuang was stunned as well. Naturally, she knew how difficult it was to settle a contest between ninth-rank experts.
"Indeed!"
Feng Jitong nodded. "After that, he founded the Saber-Seeking Sect, and this saber became its inherited treasure!"
"Possessing it means inheriting the Saber-Seeking Sect!"