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The sect had issued an order: for the time being, do not clash with the Huang Family.

In recent days, the Tai Xu Sect disciples had all remained within the sect and had not gone down the mountain.

When well-informed disciples revealed that Huang San and Huang Meng had both been blasted away by Xiao Chen, the Tai Xu Sect erupted.

"Is that for real? Huang Meng is a King Realm expert, and even he was put in his place by the Holy Son?"

"A correction: Huang Meng wasn't personally beaten down by the Holy Son. He exhausted himself, foamed at the mouth, and fainted on his own."

"Why does that make the Holy Son sound even more badass?"

Xiao Chen smiled and greeted the disciples before heading straight for Sword King Hall.

"Senior Brother!"

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

"Greetings, Junior Brothers!"

The Sword King Hall junior brothers all greeted him, and Xiao Chen responded to each of them.

Sword King Hall was enormous. Xiao Chen searched several main halls, yet found no sign of Wu Qinglong.

After searching for a while longer, Xiao Chen finally found Wu Qinglong in a side hall. He was staring blankly at a sachet.

The sachet had been given to him by Wu Qingqing. It was the only thing she had ever sewn with her own hands.

Wu Qingqing was a Sword Dao genius, but she possessed no talent for needlework. The sachet was sewn terribly, with threads coming undone in many places.

Embroidered on it were the words: "May Father's life be as long as the Southern Mountains, and his blessings as vast as the Eastern Sea." It had been Wu Qingqing's birthday gift to Wu Qinglong all those years ago.

Though crudely made, it was Wu Qinglong's most beloved priceless treasure.

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