"We pay our respects to Senior Xia. Everything just now was because our cultivation was too meager and we failed to recognize greatness."
"That's right, it was all our fault. We beg Senior to punish us."
"Senior's Daoist arts are unfathomable. We measured a noble heart with petty thoughts and made wild assumptions. Please pass judgment upon us!"
Having discovered that Xia Qian was Zichen's uncle, Yi Duling, Mingyang, and Ling Bixia once again stepped forward during the lull to pay their respects and apologize.
"No need. Go do whatever you need to do. The greatest respect you can show me is to leave me alone." I waved them off, too lazy to bother with such empty formalities. Besides, behind these four palace masters stood a whole group of personal disciples.
The personal disciples all had sharp eyes. How could they fail to realize how terrifying the strength I had displayed was? Seeing my air of keeping everyone a thousand miles away, disappointment inevitably filled their eyes, but they did not dare come close and press their warm faces against a cold backside.
Yu Ningsui, however, grabbed my sleeve and pulled me toward the hall.
Yet after we had taken only two steps, another group of figures emerged from the mist of the Hundred Million Sword Forest.
It was still early morning. The fog had yet to disperse, and the morning sun had only just risen.
Everyone waited for a while before they could make out the newcomers. They were Bai Yunqi of Cloudrise Sword Palace and several of his personal disciples.
"Master!" Yu Ningsui immediately spotted Yan Jueshuang among the group as well.
After watching the show from the clouds last night, Yan Jueshuang and Bai Yunqi had naturally returned to Cloudrise Sword Palace without a word. Their unhurried