On Swordsmanship! Listening Willow Temple.
It was located in the central Southern Bright Region of Heaven-Stabilizing Continent, atop a gentle hillside.
It leaned against no mountain and stood beside no water, yet one felt that it ought to be situated precisely here.
And indeed, Listening Willow Temple was one of the oldest cultivation sects in the Southern Bright Region, its history stretching back more than thirty million years.
Willow trees spread over the slopes like an ocean, extending into the distance. Their drooping branches hung in fine strands, like green silk rippled by the wind.
Amid those countless willows lay only a winding bluestone path, hidden beneath the hanging branches.
At the end of the path stood several scattered courtyards, utterly unremarkable in appearance.
They bore none of the grandeur one might expect from a top cultivation sect.
Upon the bluestone path, a young man riding a black horse slowly approached Listening Willow Temple.
He did not avoid the willow branches brushing across his shoulders, as though he had completely merged with this sea of willows.
Or rather, he himself was now a willow tree.
Chen Yan rode through the sea of willows and entered Listening Willow Temple's courtyards directly, encountering no obstruction along the way.
He could hear the clash of weapons coming from nearby.
Several dozen people surrounded an open space, within which stood two figures.
One was a youth clad in a light-purple Daoist robe patterned with black lines, around sixteen or seventeen years old. He held a long sword with a slender blade that glimmered with faint azure light.
His current cultivation was at the Qi Sea Realm Early-stage.
To reach such a cultivation realm at his age meant that his future was exceedingly bright.
His talent was sufficient. So long as his comprehension was not