A tall, skinny old man in black stood up and said with piercing eyes, "Sect Master, for tens of thousands of years, no one in our Slaughter Sword Sect has ever mastered the Ninth Sword. What qualifications does this young man have to catch the Sect Master's eye?"
"A feeling."
The square-faced old man in black clasped his hands behind his back and smiled leisurely.
This feeling is very mysterious.
It seems as if this black-clad youth is a supreme Sword Dao uncarved gem sent from Heaven; with just a little polishing, he could cultivate into the Ninth Sword.
"Haha, since the Sect Master sees great potential in this young man, then I shall go out and bring him under our Slaughter Sword Sect's wing!"
The tall, skinny old man said.
"Good!"
The square-faced old man in black waved his hand with a relaxed smile, "Let's go together."
Go together?
The faces of the other seven black-clad old men all showed expressions of shock.
