Chapter 1281: Sword Dance, Noblewoman
"The garden's spring scenery cannot be contained" was no longer a disparaging phrase here.
As far as the eye could see, peonies of every color clustered together, blooming in riotous profusion and occupying both sides of the Drunken Beauty Garden.
Other than the main road running through the middle, there was nothing here but peonies.
The countless peonies were dazzling to the eye.
Yet the peony garden was rather quiet, with only a handful of people walking about within it.
"Drunken Beauty has very strict requirements for its guests. Ordinary people can't get in," Shu Long said with a smile.
"I only got in because my father is the County Princess."
Led by Shu Long, the two continued onward and finally saw buildings other than peonies.
Rows of great halls stood side by side here, constructed from green bamboo and emerald bamboo.
Rows of weapon racks stood outside the halls, displaying hundreds of swords of varying quality.
"Every sword here represents one Sword Dancer. Once you choose a sword, the corresponding person will come," Shu Long explained.
"You seem so familiar with this place. Do you come here often?" Wu Zhaodi asked.
"Of course..." Shu Long replied instinctively, before realizing something.
He hurriedly denied it. "Not that often. I've only come once or twice with friends."
"What's the point of choosing a sword when you can't even see the person?" Wu Zhaodi grumbled.
"This is called judging the person through the sword. Every sword here has different sword intent and Sword Momentum, with entirely distinct styles," Shu Long said with a smile.
"That's what makes it interesting."
Xu Zimo took several steps forward, his gaze sweeping over the swords one by one.
Some of the swords were like ice, chilling to the bone; some burned