Dao Master Poison's face was full of contempt, but greed was visibly flashing in his eyes as he stared at Light's flying sword. He had sharp eyes and insight and had followed his Master when he was young, where he saw the scenes of powerful cultivators who controlled and manipulated swords to fly.
Unfortunately, his sect didn't have the heritage to refine the flying sword, let alone the arts to control it. He felt vexed due to the numerous times that he, as a cultivator, found himself not having a magical weapon such as a flying sword.
"There's no use in having such a sharp mouth, brat!"
Dao Master Poison reluctantly took his eyes off the flying sword and slightly flicked his finger.