Li Tishui declined to take the bait and smiled. "An obscure little sect from the backwoods. Not on the rankings."
"You're being modest, Senior. Who knows how formidable you were in your youth? You must have defeated many powerful foes?"
Li Tishui nodded. "Ying Suyu. Yue Muzhou."
On the platform, Wen Suoqu seemed to consider for a moment, then nodded impassively. "Very well. But the heavens and earth of the Divine Capital are overseen by the master of the Immortal Platform. This time, I must borrow them from him."
Without another word, he raised a hand as pale and withered as an old cypress, closed his eyes, and wrapped all five fingers firmly around his sword hilt.
In truth, few people were at an angle from which they could see this sword leave its sheath, yet in that instant, everyone in the garden saw it with utter clarity... The Sword Body slid from its sheath, truly like a new mirror, reflecting blue sky and pale clouds.
Heaven and earth turned upside down.
Wen Suoqu released the hilt, leaving the half-drawn sword resting across his knees. It was as though nothing had happened. The morning light remained clear, the breeze gentle, birdsong flowing amid the fragrance of flowers. Everything in sight remained just as distinct.
The garden fell into stunned silence for several breaths. People exchanged glances, until someone suddenly gave a little cry while looking at the pond.
Opposite Ning Shuhong, who stood sword in hand upon the pond, a colorless figure rose, identical to him.
Neither of them had a reflection beneath his feet.
Exclamations and discussion immediately filled the garden. Never mind the many small sects-even True Disciples of the Thirty-Three Sword Sects seldom had the chance to witness such a scene.
Ever since Ning Shuhong spoke, many