Zhou Wuji agreed so readily that Wuai was delighted. "Decisive as ever, junior brother. Come!"
Noticing that Zhou Wuji wore no sword, Wuai told the young Daoist attendant beside him, "Go fetch a sword."
The young attendant answered and hurried away. Soon, he returned with a three-foot sword and respectfully presented it to Zhou Wuji with both hands.
Zhou Wuji casually drew it. It was a cloud-pattern steel sword of decent material, but it was too short and weighed only about a pound.
There were no nicks on the blade. It was probably a practice sword that had never seen actual combat.
Wuai also drew his sword and removed its scabbard. His sword was three and a half feet long, with deep-blue star patterns flowing across the blade. It was quite beautiful.
Most importantly, the blade contained runes. Clearly, it was a fine law artifact.
"At least seventh rank."
Zhou Wuji saw at a glance that Wuai's sword was extraordinary. It was no worse than the Seven Star Sword his master had left him, and might even be somewhat better.
He could only say that the Yuheng Lineage had deep reserves. Even a seventh-rank cultivator could obtain a very fine sword.
Neither Zhishan nor Daoist Yiding said anything. Clearly, neither considered the disparity between their swords a problem.
This was not a formal contest, merely a private exchange of skills.
Wuai had issued the challenge and was on his own ground. It was perfectly normal for him to have certain advantages.
Zhou Wuji did not mind either. He merely felt a little envious of Wuai's sword. He wanted to buy a good sword, but did not know whom to approach.
If his master had belonged to the Yuheng Lineage, this problem would probably have been easy to solve. A pity,