"It doesn't stop there, Martial Brother Hai Zhen? You attend the Li Yang Dao Sect's Ten Thousand Spirits Assembly once, and abduct a genius back from that Cloud Void Domain?"
"In such a barren, remote domain, what sort of genius needed by the sword sect could appear? And you just happened to discover him."
Suddenly, an aged voice rang out beside Lu Xuan's ear.
Before the words had faded, a streak of black light shot in from outside.
The radiance dispersed, and a small, lean, vigorous old man appeared inside the hall.
The old man held a huge pitch-black sword in his arms, his gaze sharp, as though it could see through every illusion in the world.
"Martial Brother Jin, are you questioning our Sword Master's words?"
Another crisp female voice rang out, and three figures landed in the hall one after another.
Two women and one man. Among them, the two Female cultivators had faces that looked carved from the same mold, only their temperaments differed slightly. One wore a white robe and was cold and clear as the moon; the other's ritual robe was like fire, brimming with warmth.
The other young man's appearance was extremely ordinary, but his figure stood ramrod straight. Standing there, he was like a perfectly upright sharp sword, sword intent soaring to the heavens.
"Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, let me introduce him to you. This is Lu Xuan, my martial nephew. I happened to encounter him in the Li Yang Domain of Cloud Void Domain and unexpectedly discovered Martial Nephew's superb abilities in several cultivation arts, so I brought him back."
Jian Hai Zhen said with a smile.
"Martial Brother, it is true that Still True Sword Peak has always been at the bottom among the Nine Sword Peaks, but you cannot