"Lord Taihua's swordsmanship was peerless, so naturally he ought to establish a sect... He traveled throughout the world in those years and gained countless precious... adventure experiences. If he truly intends to... rebuild the Taihua Sword Dao, I shall look forward to it immensely... Not to mention the other disciples." I laughed drunkenly. I had long since noticed some clues about the old man's obsession. For instance, I had seen him establish a Taihua Sword Dao of his own in the bamboo grove, yet refuse to enter through its mountain gate himself. If he wanted to live there, let alone two qilin guarding the gate, even if he wanted to cross over, he could have done so long ago. Wasn't it simply that the knot in his heart was still there?
He had been driven down the mountain by the master he revered, and climbing back up would be difficult.
"Even Young Friend Lian thinks so? But how are we to attract disciples?" Lord Taihua immediately became interested. This had been his lifelong ambition, but achieving it seemed far from simple for him.
I gave a sly laugh and said, "If Lord Taihua is establishing a sect... I will naturally do everything I can to help... As for the source of disciples, you needn't worry. Lord Taihua had better make the threshold sturdy... Why? I'm afraid aspiring students will have to trample it flat!"
Lord Taihua beamed with delight and scratched at his chest, practically itching to get started. "With Young Friend's words, this old man is satisfied. After all, Young Friend is now the City Lord of that so-called Ninth Heaven. This old man felt that finding you for this matter wouldn't be difficult."
"All right, Lord Taihua, you should... tell me how to comprehend... what Lord Changjian was