The Sword Sect's secret grounds, an ice cellar.
The Sword Emperor gazed at the thickest of the twelve ice pillars and sighed.
"Was it worth it?"
"You wanted Po Jun to inherit Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, but you never mastered it yourself. Why insist on making him practice it? Without that obsession, his swordsmanship over these years might not have fallen short of Heavenly Sword's."
Before Wuming came to the Sword Sect, Po Jun had been its greatest prodigy. Many experts from secluded sects had believed he could keep the Sword Sect flourishing for at least several more decades.
Then Wuming arrived. In three years, he attained mastery in swordsmanship and even defeated the Sword Saint of Peerless City, taking the praise that had originally belonged to Po Jun.
Many young Sword Sect disciples treated him as their senior brother, but so what? Wasn't Wuming also the sect leader's disciple?
His son was a prodigy, and his disciple was a prodigy too. Wasn't it good to have twin stars shining together?
Why couldn't both of them practice Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin? All that talk of obeying ancestral instructions had only brought the technique to the brink of being lost forever.
"Your selfishness dragged our entire Sword Sect into the grave with you. Which mattered more, the sect or your worthless son's pride? Or was it your own pride?"
The Sword Sect Leader, the eight strongest members of the Sword Sect, and three other top Jianghu experts had all been frozen inside the ice cellar by the Heaven-Returning Ice Art Jian Hui unleashed at the cost of his life. The Sword Sect had declined from then on, never recovering.
Had he not been far away, had he not reacted quickly, he would probably have shared