Chapter 205
“Ordinary.”
The young girl spoke slowly, her tone cold, as icy as the sword she wore at her waist.
Her eyes were cold, as if everything in the world was inconsequential to her. With a single thought, she could sever all ties with the world using the sword in her hand. Or perhaps, it wasn’t just her thoughts—most sword cultivators shared the belief that all things in existence could be reduced to the edge of a blade.
It was precisely this mentality that allowed sword cultivators like her to keep moving forward.
Despite the unapproachable aura she exuded, the girl was stunningly beautiful. Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall down her shoulders, reaching her waist in a sleek and smooth flow. Her delicate and refined nose sat perfectly on her face, while the cherry-like lips below were fresh and enticing.
Her skin was flawless, almost too delicate to belong to a swordsman, yet the heroic spirit in her brows made her resemble a wild steed—untamable by anyone.
“If Junior Sister says it’s ordinary, then it must be ordinary.”
Hearing her comment, the elder merely chuckled and said no more. The other four disciples didn’t dare to say anything either.
While the sword aura here was rough, it was undeniably vast and overwhelmingly sharp—far beyond their own capabilities. Of course, they understood that this was only true for them.