Baili Sect Master...
The long-unheard title cast a layer of unfathomable darkness over Sword Master Yu's eyes.
He lowered his gaze, glancing at the small wooden token at Baili An's waist.
After a moment of silence, he said, "It seems the City Lord is interested in my Heavenly Seal Sword Pavilion?"
Baili An had no interest in the Sword Pavilion, which only those who topped the decennial disciple competition could enter, nor did he intend to become a Heavenly Seal disciple.
However, being amidst this mountain with such a wooden token at his waist, these words were bound to be unbelieved.
Upon seeing the indistinct sword azure aura at Ying Xiu's fingertips, Baili An's conviction over his identity solidified by three parts.
He pondered for a moment and retrieved a cloth-wrapped fragment of wood from his bosom, offering it to Sword Master Yu, calmly saying, "Sword Master, may I have a word?"
