Yan Xin pinched his fingers, leaned over, and asked concernedly, “Are you feeling unwell?”

It took a while for Lin Ting to realize that Yan Xin was talking to him. He bent his lips and smiled, “It’s okay. I just feel that it’s a bit noisy.”

His face and lips were pale. Ultimately, he didn’t look very good.

Yan Xin frowned.

She turned around and reached behind her with her right hand. She pulled out the broadsword that she was carrying behind her back and threw it forward with no expression on her face.

Across such a long distance, the broadsword pierced through the wind like a sharp arrow and embedded itself into the door behind Patriarch Lu.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and the two Masters who were arguing and debating also looked over in surprise.

No one was unaware of the Thousand Blade’s Broadsword, and no one knew of Yan Xin, the martial arts fanatic.

The audience focused their attention, and Lin Feilu, who was eating her sunflower seeds, silently put down her hand.

What are you doing, heroine?! You don’t have to be so blatant, even if you wanted to have the sword manual!

Someone couldn’t help but ask, “Lady Yan Xin, what is the meaning of this?”

Yan Xin said, “You are all too noisy.”

She looked at Patriarch Lu, and with her voice which carried a girlish tone, calmly exclaimed, “Patriarch Lu has already made a decision, so there is no reason to watch the seniors battle it out. Why don’t we just hear what the decision is?”

After hearing what she said, all eyes on the scene shifted to Patriarch Lu again.

As soon as they heard that Jimo Sword Art was going to change hands, they couldn’t wait to fight for it, but they didn’t realize the hidden meaning of Patriarch Lu’s words for a while. At this moment, they were enlightened and looked at the head of the Lu family anxiously.

Instead, they saw Patriarch Lu smile, clenching his fists as he saw Yan Xin from afar.

Then he thundered, “The Lu family has been entrusted with the legacy of the hero Jimo for many years, and today, under the witness of the entire martial world, we will hand over the Jimo Sword Manual to Ji Liang. From now on, the Lu family and the Jimo Sword Manual will have nothing to do with each other.”

When the patriarch announced this statement, everyone was shocked.

Ji Liang?!

Wasn’t he dead? Nor was he hiding in seclusion?

Lin Feilu was so shocked by this plot twist that all the seeds in her hands fell.

The door behind Patriarch Lu slowly opened, and a tall, thin and lonely figure walked out.

When he reached the door, he pulled out the broadsword stuck in the door effortlessly before throwing it again.

The broadsword returned to Yan Xin’s hand again.

Yan Xin saluted him with a fist, “Thank you, Senior Ji.”

As soon as Ji Liang appeared, the prominent families and sects still vying for the Sword Manual all withered.

The number one swordsman in the world was not a false name, as countless world-renowned martial artists lost to him. Ji Liang’s reputation as the number one swordsman in the world was not granted to him by the martial world, but it was a title that was bestowed upon him after he brandished his sword towards his opponents, taking them down one by one.

In front of everyone, Patriarch Lu took out the sword manual from his arms and respectfully handed it to Ji Liang.

Ji Liang took the manual and tucked it into his clothes.