Jiang Zuo had indeed just used swordsmanship.
And what he used was indeed the North Celestial Sword Skill. He had just seen Swordsman Beitian use it, and he immediately replicated it.
His hands had been itching for a challenge; it had been years since he'd used any Swordsmanship or Sword Skills.
Jiang Zuo turned and walked toward a patch of sand, then said, "Yes? Is there a problem?"
Swordsman Beitian shook his head. "The Northern Celestial Seven Swords never belonged to us in the first place, so it's not a big deal that you know it, Fellow Daoist. I just want to ask, do you know the Seventh Sword of the North Celestial?"
"I don't," Jiang Zuo replied directly.
Swordsman Beitian wasn't surprised. He finally said, "I don't either. I had originally thought of a way, but unfortunately, the only method disappeared the day before yesterday.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here."
A bitter expression appeared on Swordsman Beitian's face as he said this.
