Summary
I had been in the sect for ten years, and I still couldn’t ride a sword.
It wasn’t that I was useless. My sword simply thought I was too poor.
On the day of the annual examination, it lay down in front of everyone and turned me into the laughingstock of the entire sect.
Only after I opened the ledgers did I learn the truth: the outer disciples weren’t incapable of flying. Someone had made sure we never could.