Muyu spoke up discontentedly, "Who does he think he is? Why do we have to hand over our swords? Our weapons are no ordinary pieces, what if they get lost?"
Chenfeng glared at him and said, "Calm down, don't cause trouble. How will you protect the master if you refuse to hand in your sword? It isn't worth it to have a fall out with the Huashan Sect."
Bai Ruozhu nodded and, looking at the crowd, said, "Those who are willing to hand in their swords may do so in the Sword Washing Pool, and two people should stay here to guard them. Those who do not wish to hand in their swords can stay here as well, there's no need to force anyone. After all, I will descend the mountain after I meet my brother."
The young man from the Huashan Sect grumbled to hear that Bai Ruozhu was going to leave two people to watch over the swords, murmuring, "You're scared of your own shadow."
Bai Ruozhu pretended not to hear and asked him, "I wonder how I should address our little Master?"
