The Slaughter Domain.
"The fighting's really fierce. How many people have died?"
A tavern was packed with people of the Jianghu, all talking among themselves.
"At a time like this, who cares how many people have died? Isn't everyone after those few spots? Get one, and you can soar into the sky in a single flight."
"Who could disagree? Still, it's a bit of a shame that they'll only be the Ancestor's named disciples."
"Bullshit! What's there to regret? What's wrong with being a named disciple? As long as you perform well later, you can still become one of the Ancestor's personal disciples."
"We can't even get anywhere near becoming named disciples. If it were me, it would be worth it even if I stayed a named disciple my whole life."
"Drink, drink. We're only here to join in the excitement anyway. Who do you think has the best chances?"
Footsteps thudded as someone came up the stairs to the tavern's second floor.
Most people paid him no attention, continuing their conversations or drinking.
But a few still glanced at the fellow who had just come upstairs.
"Heh, another poser."
"Why do you say that?" A companion beside him glanced at the fellow who had just come upstairs upon hearing his words, but saw nothing about him that seemed like posing.
"Look at his sword."
"What's wrong with his sword?"
"Still don't get it? That sword's design must be an imitation of the divine sword Zhanlu."
"Huh?"
"A while ago, divine weapons descended from the heavens, and quite a few that had once gone missing reappeared. After that, imitations of those divine weapons started multiplying. There were imitations like that before, but nowhere near this many. Look at the design of the longsword at his waist, especially the hilt. It's