True Person Demon-Sweeping descended the mountain in blood-red robes.
Lu Yang manipulated his Sword Dao avatar and followed close behind, like a sword-bearing page, holding the No-Kill Sword—likewise transformed into scarlet blood-red—in both hands.
In an instant, countless people sensed it.
How many years had it been?
Aside from some deeply senior, long-lived Foundation Establishment True Persons, many could not even remember the last time True Person Demon-Sweeping had left Jiangnan.
Naturally, the Southern Border did not count.
After all, in Sword Pavilion's eyes back then, the Southern Border had no True Lord stationed there and happened to lie south of Jiangnan—it was practically their own backyard. But Jiangbei, Jiangxi, Jiangdong, and even overseas all had True Lords stationed there. True Person Demon-Sweeping could not go to those places.
It was not that they feared True Person Demon-Sweeping would die.
They feared that he would attain the Dao elsewhere. After all, if the Sword Dao Fruit Position did not take shape within Sword Pavilion, with True Lords watching covetously, there were plenty of people in the world who would harbor ill intent.
Especially the Sacred Sect across the way.
What Sword Pavilion Patriarch, what True Lord—Sacred Sect True Persons would not care about any of that. They would seize it first and talk later. You had backers; did they not have backers too?
Thus, True Person Demon-Sweeping had not left Jiangnan for a very long time.
Yet this time, he had openly walked out through Sword Pavilion's gates, looking every bit like he intended to leave Jiangnan. How could anyone accept that?
Stop him!
True Person Quexie immediately rose to his feet, gritting his teeth. "Ungrateful wretch. The sect bore him and raised him, yet when the time came to use him, not only did he make every excuse imaginable,