However, Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng merely hesitated for a second. They knew their places. Both of them were like brothers in the same boat. They gave each other a motivating glance and walked over.
When they walked up to Yu Shangrong, Pan Zhong said, "I'm sorry, Mister Second."
To a cultivator who pursued the path of the sword to its extremes, his sword was nothing less than his own life. Yu Shangrong would never agree to this.
"Master, please! Anything but my sword!" Yu Shangrong fell to his knees again. He stabbed the Longevity Sword to the ground.
The others gasped. They did not expect the proud Yu Shangrong would act so humbly because of his sword. However, they recalled the person who had taught Yu Shangrong everything was his master after all. Lu Zhou was more than deserving of this humble display.
