Line up?
Long Jun's gaze turned to Zuo Yijian, his eyes indifferent. He said nothing, only turned and walked toward the end of that long, dragon-like line.
This little episode did not draw anyone else's attention. These days, encountering a Great Cultivator of extraordinary bearing in the Taixuan Sect was hardly rare, and as for people who did not line up, there were even more of them.
But with Zuo Yijian present, order would not fall into chaos!
Zuo Yijian's iron-faced impartiality had instead won him tremendous prestige.
Of course, there were also people who could not stand him, but after making inquiries in private, none dared make trouble for him, because he had received Sword Venerable Fudao's inheritance and could be considered half a disciple.
With such an identity, the Taixuan Sect was enough to hold him up to the heavens.
It took a full half hour of waiting before Long Jun's turn arrived. This was already considered fast, because Zuo Yijian did not waste words with anyone, letting each person give it two tugs before leaving.
Zuo Yijian stared at Long Jun. He kept feeling that this man was far from simple. Although he did not think the other party could lift the Heaven-Severing Axe, he still wanted to see what sort of performance he would show.
Through the long years, standing guard atop the Heaven-Mending Platform had been unbearably tedious, but Zuo Yijian had endured it all along. He firmly believed doing this would move Sword Venerable Fudao. What he plotted was something far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
Even his sons and grandsons could not understand it. Sword Venerable Fudao had already left, so what was he still guarding it for?
Long Jun walked up to the Heaven-Severing Axe, and his right hand gripped the