Two streaks of sword-light flew into the Great Sun Heavenly Pool.
"Yue, it's been a long time."
Yu Qianzi greeted with a light smile, "Have you missed me? After all, your name and mine are the same; we are quite fated."
She dug at the walls right in front of her, pulling strings.
"Oh."
"Another Daozi."
Yue glanced at her, "It's a pity you're not a Taiyin Swordsman without the Taiyin Flying Sword. Otherwise, slaying a Swordsman would grant you far more insights, surpassing other Taoist disciples."
"Or you could slay a Swordsman..."
Yue pondered seriously.
"Could I then become the master of the Great Sun Heavenly Pool?"
Yu Qianzi's spirit was lifted.
It was possible.
With the pride and madness of sword cultivation of Great Sun Sword Pavilion, recognizing the sword over the person, it truly seemed possible.
"If a Taiyin Swordsman slays the Swordsman, then it can be done."