Chapter 436: Swords Produce Lotus_1

Sword Hall.

In a quiet and elegant room, a heated argument echoed.

The voices, like swords, seemed to pierce the eardrums.

"Junior Brother Shen, I implore you to hand over that Green Lotus Swordgrass Seed to me," a tall, bald monk with a serious expression said to Shen Ye, who was sitting calmly at one end of the room.

The monk had a giant stone sword on his back, teeming with numerous big and small cracks, all deep in black and red, indication of being soaked with the essence blood of countless demon beasts and demonic envoys.

Despite his aura of notable slaying, the bald monk's attitude was somewhat subdued at this time.

"Junior Brother Shen, you know my situation. My flying sword is already overused and even the most outstanding sword caster in the Sword Hall cannot fix it."