The significance of Supreme Sword Lord Feng Chuan to the Sword Domain might not have been clear to outer sect disciples, but this was the Main Peak, where even the lowest-ranking people were stewards selected and sent by the various peaks.
The Supreme Sword Lord had closed the gates to accepting disciples. The inheritance had been decided, and no second person would ever obtain this token.
The female cultivator lay sprawled beneath the steps, unable to get back up. The red handprint on her face stood out starkly beneath the moonlight, and the blood at the corner of her lips had already run down to her chin.
She tried to sit up, but twice her elbows failed to support her. Her gaze could not help sweeping over the token at Yu Ningsui's waist. It was as though the last breath had been sucked out of her; her shoulders completely slumped.
Before the commotion could grow any worse, seven or eight disciples swiftly flew over from the depths of the inner peak and landed.
The middle-aged steward at their head wore the robes of a direct disciple of Pill Furnace Peak's peak master. From afar, he caught sight of the words on Yu Ningsui's waist token, abruptly checked his steps, and bowed with clasped fists in fright. "This disciple is the Main Peak steward on duty today. Greetings to Supreme Sword Lord Feng Chuan. I pay respects to Martial Uncle Yu!"
His voice carried an almost instinctive reverence, as though he faced not merely a young disciple, but the very embodiment of the Sword Domain's inheritance.
Behind him, disciples bearing identity tokens as direct disciples of peak masters, elders, or grand elders from various peaks followed in salute. Their movements were neat and uniform; not one dared raise their head to