Whoosh!
More than a dozen figures descended from the south to the west of Fusang City. All wore black robes and hoods, their auras restrained, keeping an extremely low profile.
The leader stood atop a tall building with her arms folded across her chest. Even her voluminous robe could not conceal her graceful figure as she watched the commotion at the tavern from afar.
The setting sun slanted westward. Beneath the black-robed woman's great hood, only the lower half of her fair face, flecked with golden scales, was exposed. Her beautiful eyes remained hidden in shadow as she coolly asked, "What happened over there?"
The bearded elder behind her, likewise clad in black, stepped forward and reported:
"Sect Master Li, according to intelligence from our subordinates, the Xuancang Divine Sword has emerged. Its wielder is named Xiao Wanfeng, and he claims to be from the First Pavilion Under Heaven."
"Cheng Xie of the Cheng Clan has set his sights on Xuancang and is confronting him now. But Xuancang's edge is too fierce. With only two Taixu on their side, unless a demi-saint steps in, I fear they will remain deadlocked."
The elder's heart stirred, his words carrying an implication.
The Nether Ghost Sect's thirteen Slash Dao experts and five Taixu nearby all showed signs of restlessness, their eyes gleaming green beneath their hoods.
Xuancang!
Who would not be tempted?
There were only two Taixu behind Cheng Xie, at most with one hidden demi-saint guard added in. As long as Sect Master Li held down the big shots, they could seize another Sleeve Sword Twin Needles.
Xuancang plus Twin Needles—if they pulled this off, the Nether Ghost Sect would gain two more Famous Swords. They would not even need to watch any Sword Immortal duel. They could return home, lie low,