Seven Star Sword Pavilion's platform.
Ziyue Heavenly Venerate sat in the seat of honor. Beside her sat a mild-mannered middle-aged man in a green robe, his hair bound beneath a jade crown, a faint smile on his face. Even the air around him seemed to soften in resonance with his presence.
"Junior Sister, look at Lie Jiuyou, Jian Buxu, and that Eagle Mountain—their faces have all gone green. How interesting!" The middle-aged man wore a faint smile, clearly pleased to witness the scene before him.
Purple Moon said calmly:
"Senior Brother Jade Balance, I told you long ago that those three sects are no match for Sect Master Fang. They wanted to play hard to get and raise their own value, but before Sect Master Fang, they simply are not worth looking at!"
Master Jade Balance, the Seven Star Sword Pavilion's Second Elder, had made the Jade Balance Sword Dao unrivaled beneath the heavens and was already known as the Yuheng Heavenly Venerate.
Yuheng Heavenly Venerate smiled faintly.
"In the face of the greater tide, they still cannot see the situation clearly. Lie Jiuyou truly is stupid beyond measure. Even without Fang Mo, his delusion of making Tianli Sword Domain's number-one sect his own would have been hard to realize. Even if Xinghe were removed, he could not defeat Mu Cangming, much less face however many Heavenly Venerates the Tianli Sect has hidden away!"
A trace of mockery curled across Purple Moon's lips.
"He is merely unwilling to accept it. Ten thousand years of planning, all turned to nothing—they naturally cannot accept that. Unfortunately, this world ultimately comes down to strength. Without strength, everything is empty!"
Her gaze fell upon the figure in a profound-gold black robe atop the high platform at the center of the square, fiery light surging