Reunion of Sword and Saber

Fan Lang answered the call and stepped before the dignitaries. Without neglecting etiquette, he clasped his hands and said, "Fan Lang greets all the seniors!"

The four dignitaries present stared at Fan Lang, sizing him up from head to toe while extending their divine senses to examine him.

"Not yet twenty, yet already at the peak of the Mystic Emperor realm, with fifteen thousand Acupoints. Tsk, tsk, he truly is a Dragon Among Men."

"Indeed, an outstanding young man."

"Congratulations, Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint. You have truly taken in a fine seedling."

The dignitaries spared no praise.

Fan Lang remained as calm as ever, unmoved by favor or disgrace. Before long, he would surpass everyone present. What did their praise amount to?

When he looked back upon the past in the future, these praises would all be fleeting clouds, worthless as windblown sand.

The people watching Fan Lang were not limited to these few dignitaries.

Whoosh!

A streak of saber light shot up from the ground, sharp beyond compare, and flew into the air. As the light faded, a young man in armor with a saber on his back appeared between heaven and earth.

It was Qin Feng!

He and Fan Lang were old rivals. Several months had passed since their last battle in the Great Desert Wasteland.

Over the past few months, Qin Feng had been sharpening his blade, determined to regain lost ground.

Qin Feng first greeted the dignitaries, then fixed his gaze on Fan Lang.

Their eyes met.

Sword and saber clashed in spirit.

"Fan Lang, it has been a long time," Qin Feng said sternly.

"Mm." Fan Lang answered casually.

"Compared to our last clash, my strength has improved greatly. I have already reached the peak of the Mystic Saint realm, only one step away from