"So, what is Martial Uncle Yuanyi suggesting?"
Seeing the old fox Yuanyi speak, Lin Xiao got straight to the point.
He knew this part of the plot well; he just wanted to see how Yuanyi would play it out.
"HAHAHA, Martial Nephew Lin Xiao, don't be impatient. Let me finish."
Yuanyi chuckled, pointing to the massive bronze doors, dozens of zhang high, that marked the entrance to the Sword Tomb, "As you all can see, atop these bronze doors, there's a row of rings forged from millennium-old cold iron, purely for aesthetic purposes."
"However, after more than eight hundred years, they have become quite rusty... How about this—"
Yuanyi paused, then continued, "The Five Branches will each send out their Chief Disciple. They will leap up and dismantle these door rings. Whoever uses the shortest amount of time will earn their branch the privilege of entering the Sword Tomb first to select the choicest Spirit Iron."
