Standing nearby, Jared remembered the moment he had entered the city, Lyra dueling Kael from that very sect. Sword intent crackling between them, each slash meant to kill. Had Jared not intervened, one of those two would have died that day.
He stepped forward, eyes unwavering. "Corln, I will represent Sword Sect in the championship."
"You?" Corin studied him. "You might have reached Wandering Immortal Realm Level Eight, but Sacred Sword Manor's core disciples stand at Earthly Immortal Realm Level Four at least. If you go..."
"I know the risk," Jared replied, voice steady. "That is precisely why we should go. Hide, and the world calls the Sword Sect cowardly. Fight, and we sharpen our sword technique, and our name."
Lyra chimed in, "Master Morden, Jared's progress borders on miraculous. He might give us a miracle of our own. Let us go with him. Even if we cannot compete, we can cheer him on."
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: