"Your Sword Sect is actually this overbearing, Daoist Friend? I wonder, do you often have many trespassers trying to force their way up the mountain?" I said with a laugh. Some things were fine to talk about, but one really couldn't solve every little problem with a sword. Otherwise, if it backfired and one got slapped in the face, it would look bad in front of all these Daoist Friends.
This old Daoist was so certain of himself, and I couldn't discern the depth of his cultivation. So don't be fooled by the fact that he was merely a gatekeeper who swept the ground. If a fight really broke out, he was probably no simple opponent.
"Trespassers? Not many. Going back more than a decade, there was one, I suppose. Though every year or several years, someone comes to deliver things and ask to see the child inside." A curve also appeared at the corner of the old Daoist's mouth. He seemed quite pleased that I hadn't chosen to force my way up the mountain immediately.
"What happened to those trespassers?" I asked with a smile. The one delivering things was probably Jiu Fang Ye, of course. What I was curious about was the trespasser.
"They were beaten out of the Sword Sect. If they acted shamelessly and threw tantrums, we beat them until they couldn't fight anymore." The old Daoist chuckled.
I drew in a sharp breath, but still said politely, "Daoist Friend, you certainly sound confident. I wonder, if you encountered an immortal at the Heavenly Dao Realm, would you still dare speak so boldly?"
"Young Friend, since you're so sensible, I don't want to hide it from you either. My sect master said that even if they were at the Heavenly Dao Realm, they would still be