"I understand," Wang Meng said with a nod. He had been here once before, only to be completely ignored—a blatant show of contempt.
A fire lit in Wang Meng's eyes. Across from him, Yi Fan found it a bit funny. 'What's the big deal? In the eyes of those masters, any Sect ranked below fifty is hardly worth a second glance.'
But Yi Fan, having come from a renowned sect, still maintained his courtesy. "After you."
"After you!" Master Wang had made a habit of it—specializing in dealing with all sorts of condescension and sidelong glances.
SHING...
Yi Fan's Long Sword slid from its sheath. From the hilt to the tip, seven stars seemed to shine with a life of their own.
Simultaneously, their Elemental Power began to calibrate. It was clear this place enforced absolute parity in Elemental Power.
This adjustment had little effect on Yi Fan. Elemental Qi surged into the seven stars on his Seven-Star Sword, which lit up as if activated. 'This is a top-tier Immortal Sword.'
