Chi Weixuan had been feeling irritable lately.
Or rather.
Ever since he was defeated by Qin Wuyou—an upset where the weaker bested the stronger—during the sect's sword duels, he had been in a constant state of agitation.
Chi Weixuan was a genius in the Sword Dao. If he weren't, he never would have distinguished himself enough to become a legacy disciple of the Jade Void Sword Sect, looking down upon the countless masses of the mediocre.
But unfortunately.
The fate of a genius was to become a stepping stone for an even greater one.
After all.
There were simply too many geniuses in the current generation of the Sword Sect.
There was Qingli of the Five-Method Golden Core, who was in a league of her own, and Four Extremes Sword Lu Chen, who had risen from obscurity and was a dual master of swordsmanship and Sword Arrays.
Compared to those two, even a one-in-ten-thousand genius like Chi Weixuan seemed dim and lackluster.
Moreover.
