Outer Court Plaza, Spirit Sword Sect.
“Lin Xuan, last place in the sect competition, and a waste of three years’ worth of resources. You are expelled from the Inner Court today!”
The Discipline Elder’s voice boomed like thunder. Below the thousand-foot stone steps, hundreds of disciples jeered.
“Even a blind man thinks he can cultivate immortality? Go home and tell fortunes!”
On the high platform, a girl in white handed him a letter of divorce.
“Lin Xuan, you’re no longer a prodigy. Qingxue is breaking off our engagement today.”
She turned and climbed into the royal dragon carriage, where the golden-robed First Prince looked down at him.
“Trash. Destroy your own sword meridians, and I’ll spare your life.”
With white silk wrapped over his eyes, Lin Xuan slowly drew his sword.
“Three years ago, you called me a genius. Three years later, you call me trash?”
The black cloth slipped away, revealing empty eye sockets.
“Too bad... I’m only blind, not useless.”
His sword left its sheath.
Boom!
A ten-zhang slab of blacksteel split down the middle, its cut smooth as a mirror!
“One strike, and he split the monument!”
“But weren’t his sword bones shattered?!”
With his back to the crowd, Lin Xuan spoke calmly.
“Breaking off the engagement? Fine.”
