Of course, this sword duel wasn't a real battle, much less a fight to the death where neither side would stop until the other was dead. Many conditions were needed to determine victory or defeat. But for her and me to scare Sword-Song Insects to death together was already remarkable enough. This female cultivator was absolutely worthy of having her name carved into the Nine Heavens Sword Stele!
"Again." The female cultivator spoke indifferently, then looked down into White Cloud Lake. This time, her gaze swept everywhere, as though she wasn't casually looking for any Sword-Song Insect, but one capable of withstanding an even stronger Sword Song!
I naturally understood her competitive spirit. Even I wanted to determine a victor, let alone her. Swordlord Wielder was also helping search for powerful insects. He was probably more anxious than either of us—after all, he couldn't possibly lose while his senior sister also fell, could he? The reputation of the White Cloud Sword Sect truly wouldn't be able to withstand that.
Just as everyone was searching for powerful insects, a loud laugh suddenly rang out from the sky. Then a young man's voice drifted over: "Interesting. After all these years, I've finally encountered a Sword Immortal capable of scaring a Sword-Song Insect to death. I was wondering why White Clouds were surging over the front mountain and Sword Qi was churning so violently. So it was you, Junior Sister, dueling swords with someone."
As soon as they heard this voice, the female cultivator and Swordlord Wielder both stopped catching insects. They hurriedly faced the rear mountain, cupped their fists, and called out, "Greetings, Senior Brother!"
"Hehe, Junior Sister, Junior Brother, with such an esteemed guest here, why didn't you call your senior brother sooner? I actually had to notice it myself. I