Not Right

No more rain disturbed them. In the silent Small World, a speck of white light appeared first in the night sky above Pei Min and Cui Dongshan, hanging like the sun. Then a slender streak of snow-white sword light slashed downward. Though it was exceedingly fine, it came with the force of a magnificent waterfall pouring from heaven to earth.

Pei Min's Sword Qi Small World split open. The Heaven and Earth Barrier around them shattered like a glass mirror slammed against the ground, its fragments scattering in an instant. Torrential rain came crashing down again. Over Heavenly Palace Temple, spring thunder still shook the rain curtain, lightning flashed, and thunder roared with astonishing force.

Pei Min wore black, Cui Dongshan a white robe. Though no rain touched them, each flash of lightning clearly illuminated their figures outside the Zen Room.

The Sword Immortal had yet to appear, but his sword light arrived first.

A figure in green robes drifted to the ground outside the gates of Heavenly Palace Temple, sword in one hand, the other resting lightly against the wound on his abdomen. His expression was calm. "Dongshan, come back."

Cui Dongshan hastily answered and bounded once, landed, and was already out of Heavenly Palace Temple, standing beside his teacher.

Earlier, he had deliberately called out Pei Min's identity in a loud voice, hoping his teacher would hear it on his way here. This rainy-night challenge at Heavenly Palace Temple would be best kept within bounds: they could decide the victor through swordplay without rushing to decide life and death. Even if his teacher could not swallow his anger and truly wanted to fight the old fellow to the death, there was no need to do it this very moment. He had to deal with Yu Zhu first. Cui