The sword had slipped out of his hand!
This kind of setback would embarrass any average person enough to make them want to burrow a hole in the ground and hide in there for years.
But Xu Que was no average person! He was the most shameless and thick-skinned man in the universe, so shameless that the second most shameless person would still be miles and miles behind him!
After his sword fell, he maintained his indifferent look, and slowly lowered himself to the ground while keeping his cool with his hand behind his back. That special air of arrogance never left him.
Under everyone's gaze, he looked at the Sword Spirit and asked, "do you know why I did this?"
The Sword Spirit stayed calm and didn't move. He just stared at Xu Que.
But everyone there was already worried!
Dude, please don't say you did it on purpose! Everyone saw how it slipped pathetically out of your hands!
