Outside the Taixuan Sect's Outer Sect, before the South City Gate.
"Sword Venerable Fudao, if you still do not show yourself within the time it takes an incense stick to burn, then I shall carve two more words upon the Heaven-Mending Platform!"
Han Ming's voice rang out, booming like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth without end.
His words sparked heated discussion among the cultivators. Though the Taixuan Sect disciples frowned, none dared insult him. After all, he had shown courtesy before resorting to force.
They had waited with raised heads for an entire month, yet Sword Venerable Fudao had not come. Even the Taixuan Sect disciples felt somewhat disappointed.
Zuo Lin, standing atop the city wall, let out a sigh of relief. He had always felt that Han Ming was no match for Sword Venerable Fudao, but after spending a month together, he truly did not wish for Han Ming to come to harm.
Zuo Yijian, however, looked into the distance. His intuition told him that Sword Venerable Fudao would definitely come.
The clamor within the city grew louder and louder.
On the gourd artifact, Jiang Qiong softly asked, "Could Sword Venerable Fudao really be the sect master?"
"It is possible. Although Han Ming is not much stronger than Chu Xian, if Sword Venerable Fudao wishes to defeat him, he must reveal his true form. That is why he does not dare show himself," Hu Mo said thoughtfully.
"If Sword Venerable Fudao truly is the sect master, then this will be interesting. People will think it is a play he staged and acted in himself..."
His expression was mocking, and his tone carried disdain.
The gourd beneath their feet glimmered faintly. A restrictive force isolated them from the surrounding space.
Jiang Qiong was just about to say more