'This sword is named [Inverted]?'
Jiang Yi looked over. On the gnarled, dragon-like Peach Wood Branches, a Black Sheathed Ancient Sword hung upside down. It was over three feet long, simple and somber, like a lifeless object.
'This is the most prized piece from the collection of True Monarch Qiao, the Sword Savant?'
He raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.
For ten thousand years, the Sword Dao had been a behemoth of Yanfu, one that nearly became the fifth great worldly Daoist Lineage. Its derivative schools and branches were innumerable.
They could be roughly divided into two categories: "Pure" and "Creation."
If one delved deeper, there were many other paths as well, such as "Rainbow," "Material," and "Symbolic."
"Is this a Pure-school sword?"
A flicker of curiosity appeared in Jiang Yi's eyes.
In this day and age, Sword Cultivators were a dying breed, and the Creation school had become the mainstream. Very few Sword Cultivators dared to walk the path of the Pure school.
