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But as he thought about it, he seemed to sense something.

Yun Shu raised an eyebrow and lifted his head slightly, looking out the window. A flicker of surprise appeared in his eyes, followed by a mocking smile.

In front of the Mountain Gate of Myriad Sword Pavilion.

A young man approached from afar, with two haughty-looking Old Men standing behind him.

The young man had a stern expression, tinged with impatience.

He glanced at the disciples guarding the Mountain Gate. The two disciples were watching them as well.

At the same time, their hearts tightened. Judging by the expressions on the three newcomers, they didn't look like they'd come with good intentions.

One Old Man stepped forward. "Tell your Sect Master to come out and answer us."

The disciple paused. "I don't know your names, sirs. Even if I call our Sect Master out, I'll need to tell him who's asking, won't I?"

"Someone your Myriad Sword Pavilion can't afford to offend!" the Old Man said with a cold snort. "Just tell him that."

The disciple said nothing more.

If they couldn't afford to offend them, then so be it. Who they actually were didn't seem important.

The disciple then reported the matter to Mu Qing.

Mu Qing was slightly surprised. What kind of people were this brazen?

Setting everything else aside, there was no one among the forces in the Border Wilderness that Myriad Sword Pavilion couldn't afford to offend. Could they be powerful Rogue Cultivators from outside, or perhaps people from a Supreme Great Sect?

Still, since the visitors clearly meant trouble, he called over Chen Hong, who was nearby.

Chen Hong said nothing and followed him straight outside.

He knew that if Mu Qing was treating a matter within the sect so seriously, something must