The deacon disciple was the one who had let Zhou Chuan in just moments before; he had only come to the Sword Pavilion to execute a sect mission and earn contribution points.
"I didn't..." Multiple unexpected turns left Zhou Chuan temporarily unable to string his words together.
He had not expected the blood-pact to actually succeed, nor had he expected the Fenji Sword to take the form of this short blade, and certainly not that a stern Elder would arrive at this exact moment.
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