The Battle for First Seat.
Just as the match between my junior sister and me was about to be decided, my life-bound sword suddenly turned its edge on me and gravely wounded me.
The sword spirit said, “Your swordplay is too fierce. You would have hurt her. I didn’t want you to bear the infamy of injuring a fellow disciple, so I had to act as the situation demanded. I’m sorry.”
They all say swords have souls, and that they are loyal to the masters they acknowledge.
But I had rescued the Muyuan Sword from the abyss, then carried it to fame throughout the world. For decades, we were inseparable.
Even so, he remained proud and untamed. Everyone advised me.
A bond with a divine sword could not be forced. What was not mine would never belong to me, no matter how tightly I held on.
In that case, I might as well give the Muyuan Sword to my junior sister.
I thought they were right. After all, in all these years of using the Muyuan Sword, I had never been able to draw out even seventy percent of my strength.
It was time to choose a new sword.
