With that, Qin Lie flicked his wrist, slinging the blood from his blade and sheathing it.
"Senior Brother Qin, your Liaoyuan Saber Technique has grown even more masterful."
To his right, a tall, thin man let out a sinister laugh and removed his Face Armor. A Seven-Section Bright Silver Whip was coiled around his waist.
"I just wonder if Junior Brother Lv still remembers who brought you that fiery liquor when you were forced to kneel in the icy pool for secretly learning the Divine Weapon Techniques?"
Lv Cheng swallowed hard.
This was Chu Mo, Furnace Master of the Quenching Pavilion. On the web of the hand that gripped his whip, a crescent-shaped scar was still visible—a burn from molten iron he'd received while testing a sword years ago.
Behind them, the Crown Prince in White Clothes was unhurriedly polishing a Jade Ring with a Jiao Xiao handkerchief, a silver light glinting between his fingers.
"This Prince does not have much time."
