Selflessness?
At least, Gou Wuyue knew he couldn't manage it.
Saint Xin cast a sidelong glance at the earnest ancient swordsman, then lowered his head to look at Wen Ting, You Tu, Mei Siren, and Xiao Kongtong on the ground, before raising his head with a smile, jesting:
"I think you already know the consequences."
"They are not capable, but Bazhun'an is among the Ten High Nobles, and you are among the Ten High Nobles, too. Bazhun'an is not of the Seven Sword Deities, but you are."
"In other words, if Bazhun'an is 'ten', then you are 'twelve'. If Bazhun'an is a foot higher, are you three feet higher?"
Gou Wuyue laughed with disbelief: "In the Eighth Palace, I have been defeated."
The Voice of Nulan chanted long, clearly unyielding.
Saint Xin gazed at the sword, smiling and said again: "There is a saying, 'eight beneath Wen Gou', and now there is talk of 'after Qingju, no more nameless swords.' You must prove something, right?"
