After Chen Jing left, cultivators from the sword peak came one after another to pay visits.
Among them were Spirit Plant Masters such as Shang Xiuyuan and Guo Shan, Inner Sect Disciples of formidable strength like Chen Jing, and even Nascent Soul True Lords such as Yuan Yue, Yuan Rong, and Jin Zaigan, who had made a special trip over to explain to him the importance of the Sword Peak Competition. Between the lines, they were full of expectations for Lu Xuan.
Time slipped by, and in the blink of an eye, only two months remained before the competition officially began.
"Sword Master, what brings you here?"
Lu Xuan had just returned from Old Sword Flood Dragon's place when, from afar, he saw two streaks of silver-white sword light shaped like flood dragons weaving and dancing through the air. His heart gave a jolt, and in an instant, he arrived at the entrance of his Cave Mansion.
"I came to speak with you, Martial Nephew, about the competition."
Sword Master Hai Zhen spoke with a pleasant expression, with none of the bearing one might expect from the lord of one peak of the Profound Cave Sword Sect.
Lu Xuan nodded heavily and, with a respectful manner, welcomed Sword Master Hai Zhen into his Cave Mansion.
"Recently, quite a few cultivators from the sword peak should have come to disturb you, Martial Nephew, haven't they?"
Jian Hai Zhen asked calmly.
"There have indeed been martial brothers and some martial brothers who came to my Cave Mansion and told me a great deal about the Sword Peak Competition."
Lu Xuan did not dare conceal the slightest thing and answered truthfully.
"Mm, I guessed as much."
"However, Martial Nephew, you must not let this give rise to pressure in your heart. Just treat