Zhou Yan looked at that incomparably enchanting yet cold-faced woman, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
The Bishui Sword Sect really couldn't be considered a large Sect.
But Zhou Yan knew the Sect's foundations were still extremely deep. Back in the era he had lived through, this had been a renowned Sect. After the chaos of those years, the Sect had remained standing, and later, with Gu Xi's help on top of that—how could a Sect like this truly fall?
Not to mention, the Bishui Sword Sect itself specialized in the Sword Dao. Its Sword Dao was fierce and ever-advancing; in every aspect of sheer power, it absolutely couldn't be compared to other Weapons.
Moreover, in terms of Sword Dao inheritance, because of Gu Xi's relationship with Zhou Yan, the Bishui Sword Sect's foundations in the Sword Dao were exceedingly strong.
A Sect like this—so long as it didn't court its own death—how could it degenerate into a small Sect, even to the point of facing annexation?
