Jiang Ding quietly watched the Great Sun Ming Guang Sword Emperor.
For a long while.
In him, Jiang Ding vaguely saw many familiar figures. Objectively speaking, he truly was the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's most orthodox successor, the one whose will most closely resembled that of the First Generation Great Sun Sword Master.
"It has been a long time, Ming Guang."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
"It has indeed been a long time, Sword Master."
The Great Sun Ming Guang Sword Emperor bowed once more.
He knew that the Sword Master was speaking to the founding patriarch of his lineage, Ming Guangzi, the previous Great Sun Sword Son. After countless tens of thousands of years, a Sword Emperor had once again emerged from the Ming Guang lineage.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha... ha ha ha... Little Ming Guang, come here!"
From beside the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal emerged a genial figure like sunlight. With hands on her hips, she laughed wildly and crooked a finger at the Great Sun Ming Guang Sword Emperor, as though calling over a little animal.
Little Ming Guang?
The Dao Court cultivators attending the ceremony felt their hearts skip a beat.
Yuan's gaze turned cold.
"Greetings, Senior Yue."
Like a child, the Great Sun Ming Guang Sword Emperor trotted over eagerly, giving her all the emotional validation she could want. He even deliberately bent down and placed his head beneath that sunny figure's hand.
"Ha ha ha!"
"You brat, ha ha ha, hee hee hee, you did not waste all those years of my instruction."
Yue giggled as she vigorously ruffled the Great Sun Ming Guang Sword Emperor's hair, turning it into a bird's nest.
She was not lying.
Unlike her indifference toward sword cultivators of the Taiyin Lineage such as Yu Qianzi, Yue