Chapter 1192: Five Inches and Three-Tenths

Ding! A soft chime echoed across the mountaintop. The refined young man curved a smile at the corner of his mouth. He figured that thrust was not half bad. But his smile froze almost at once. His sword tip touched the Sword-Testing Stele, and nothing happened. The stele's surface was smooth as glass. His strike did not leave so much as a hairline scratch. Staring a little blankly, the refined youth turned to the chief of Boundary Village and asked, "Chief, is there something wrong with the Sword-Testing...