May 13.
Iron Edge Mountain.
Today marked the seventy-second day since Iron Edge Sect had been placed under Mountain Sealing. In all the years since Iron Edge Sect was founded, this had never happened before.
To everyone in Iron Edge Sect, this was a disgrace of the utmost shame! On the Training Ground at the mountaintop, over a hundred Iron Edge Sect disciples practiced their saber techniques as usual, shouting "Kill—" with every strike.
Perhaps they were venting the resentment in their hearts. The cries of "Kill" echoing across the Training Ground grew louder by the day, and the killing intent grew fiercer by the day! Elder Wang stood at the edge of the Training Ground, watching the disciples' momentum blaze like fire, worry showing in his eyes.
After a while, taking advantage of a break in the disciples' practice, he climbed onto the platform and called out with soaring momentum, "Good! That's the spirit! Keep it up!"
After offering everyone a few words of encouragement, Elder Wang left the Training Ground with his head held high and chest puffed out. Then, his expression turned solemn as he entered a great hall and waited.
More than an hour later, Gu Xianfeng emerged from the rear of the hall dressed in black robes, his aura deep and majestic.
Every day at this time, he would enter secluded cultivation. Whenever Elder Wang had something to discuss with him, he would wait inside this hall.
"Senior Brother Sect Master."
Elder Wang saluted Gu Xianfeng.
"Something happened?"
Gu Xianfeng asked directly.
Elder Wang's face was full of worry. "Senior Brother Sect Master, how long is this Mountain Sealing supposed to last? If this continues, I'm afraid the disciples below won't be able to hold on."
"If they can't endure even this little suffering, how