The man overseeing Chu Xisheng and Chu Ming's duel was once again "Purple-Brow Saber" Mu Zhaoguang.
Zhu Kongming had schemed against him earlier, but he had reacted in time and joined forces with Recluse Sanping's Heaven Attendant and Earth Attendant to kill Zhu Kongming, recovering some of his reputation. Even so, he had suffered a tremendous loss of face before so many fellow martial artists.
Thus, when Chu Ming invited him, Mu Zhaoguang agreed without hesitation, hoping to clear his name by overseeing this duel.
Just before the spar began, Chu Ming was speaking with her old servant.
"Miss, you were a little rash!"
The old servant, who leaned on a Dragon-Headed Cane and looked to be in his seventies, his face covered in wrinkles, knitted his brows tightly. "The duke instructed you to plan before acting once you entered the Formless Divine Sect. This man killed Zhu Kongming with a single saber strike, which shows how powerful his saber arts and bloodline are. Rashly challenging him before learning his true capabilities is hardly wise."
Chu Ming brushed her hair aside indifferently. "So what? He's merely at the seventh-rank lower stage, and Zhu Kongming wasn't much either. My cultivation is a rank and a half above his. If I still lose, what right would I have to call myself a transcendent Heaven's Pride or a Blood-Yazi Saint Inheritor?"
She only occupied fourth place among the Ten Divine Talented Young Swords because she spent her years at court and rarely fought.
As the daughter of a reigning duke and a princess, she naturally would not ordinarily mingle with those mud-legged martial artists.
Few in the martial world actually knew her true strength.
"Very well!"
The old servant thought that, with matters having reached this point, there was no possibility of stopping