When Chen Ping'an returned to the residence, before he had even entered, he heard Liu Xianyang's earth-shaking voice bragging about how, atop Zhenwu Mountain, his swordsmanship had been godlike and his heroism unmatched beneath heaven.
Gu Can could not be bothered to expose Liu Xianyang's off-the-cuff boasting. It was true that the fellow had gone to block the entrance to Zhenwu Mountain's Patriarch Hall, but no conflict had occurred. The two male and female Patriarchs of Zhenwu Mountain who had arrived together at the gate had treated the Sect Master of Longquan Sword Sect with great respect. They had even led Liu Xianyang through several sealed main halls normally closed to outsiders. By the time Gu Can arrived, the leisurely Liu Sword Immortal had already been drinking tea.
Still, when Liu Xianyang got serious, he did cut a fairly impressive figure. Whether he was truly a Sword Immortal was another matter, but he certainly had the bearing of a Sect Master.
When he went to Zhenwu Mountain, Liu Xianyang had flown his sword directly to the Patriarch Hall. Yet when he departed, he dragged Gu Can along to walk down the mountain.
Facing an old Patriarch of Zhenwu Mountain who had personally escorted them to the mountain gate, Liu Xianyang smilingly asked whether he ought to make up the proper courtesies.
The implication was that he could first pass through the mountain gate, then take a walk along the divine path before walking back down the mountain.
The old Patriarch, who added lamp oil for the Patriarch Hall year after year, smiled and said that Liu Sword Immortal need not be so courteous.
Before Ma Kuxuan descended the mountain, he had already voluntarily withdrawn from the genealogy, leaving behind several exceedingly rare and valuable treasures. It counted as repaying Zhenwu