"Master Pei," Sima Yingjun regained his senses and was startled by the churning waves. He hurriedly grabbed the railing beside him to steady himself.
"Continue sailing," said Pei Jinye as if he had done a trivial task, handing the sword back to the guard next to him.
He did not use his own sword.
His sword was always kept in his storage space, taking it out in front of so many people was inappropriate.
After Pei Jinye left,
many crowded around the sword-bearing guard, full of envy.
The young guard clutched the sword tightly, refusing to let go.
Just now, Master Pei used his sword to part the river and clear the path.
So many people saw it, they could vouch for him.
He had even decided where the sword would go after his death… It must be passed down!
Not just Hu Nianshan, even Sima Yingjun envied the lad.
They all thought his sword was a fine blade.
But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just a common sword.
"Sword Immortal?"
