I looked the other person up and down and found her vaguely familiar. In this strange place, the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, there was no way I could know anyone, but I soon remembered. She had appeared in the previous disciples' elite battle—in other words, she was a disciple selected by the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect.
"Master said to have you come to our immortal sect for further study. I've been waiting for you for ages. You shouldn't need to pack, right?" the female disciple said with a smile.
"Heh. Why should I go with you for further study? Are we that familiar?" I said with a smile.
The disciple wasn't the captain from that time, merely one of the others. Hearing my question, she immediately replied with a beaming smile, "When disciples from outside sects enter our Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, aren't you all hoping to win the favor of our sect's Dao Immortals? You've successfully caught Master's attention, which is why he wants you to come with us."
"Your master is Yin Huayi, right? He certainly has the qualifications, and his title is intimidating enough—the Grand Deacon Elder. Unfortunately, I have no interest in your master's swordsmanship." Remembering Yin Huayi's clumsy swordplay, I naturally had no desire to follow this female disciple up the mountain.
I couldn't be bothered to linger. Seeing that no one was around, I simply swept past the sword and flew toward the summit, heading for the docks. The female disciple hurriedly drifted in front of me and blocked my path. "Wait!"
"Interesting. Don't tell me you're trying to rob me of my virtue?" I looked her figure up and down. This female immortal had fairly decent looks and wore the white robes of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Her makeup was a little too